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[miewriteswoso]

Maybe we'll meet at a bar

Georgia Stanway x bartender!r

Summary: after taking an unexpected shift at the bar, you meet the love of your life

Warnings: a bit of swearing, make out sesh

A/N: This is my first ever fic and my first language is not English so please keep that in mind while reading

You weren’t even supposed to work tonight. Your co-worker Kayla called in sick and you had to take over her shift. At first you were pissed because today was your only day off for the next two weeks but honestly right now you were enjoying the shift. At the bar, chatting to you, sat  none other than Georgia Stanway.

She had walked in with a bunch of her England teammates earlier that night. They were already quite drunk and by the looks of it they were really teasing Georgia. Leah Williamson took one look at you and started pushing Georgia towards the bar. “Come on, G. She is totally your type, just go talk to her.” Leah said to an unsure Georgia. “ I don’t know Leah, she doesn’t look interested.”

Georgia came to you and  just ordered a drink and left. After some pushing from her teammates (mostly Leah), she came to talk to you. You two hid it off immediately. You talked about everything, from how your days were to funny childhood stories. “ I can tell you were not a calm kid.” “I know I used to run around for hours in the park with my sister and still not get tired. I was an absolute pain in the ass to put to bed.”

You were telling another childhood story to Georgia when you noticed her staring at you. “Is something wrong, Oh god do I have something on my face?” You said while rubbing at your face. “No, no you’re fine. Its just that you are stupidly hot and I-” You cut het off before she could finish. “ if you want to ask me out, you could’ve just asked.” “ okay, do you want to go on a date with me?” she asked shyly. “Of course I want to go on a date with you, who would say no to going out with you?”  You could see on Georgia’s face that she was relieved. You gave her your number and she left with her teammates.

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It is now a week later, the day of your date. Georgia came to pick you up at your house. You heard the doorbell and opened the door. In front of you was Georgia Stanway holding a flower bouquet that was bigger than her. “Wow, you look absolutely stunning.” She said. “Thanks you don’t look to bad yourself” You said while taking the flowers from her hand and putting them in a vase. You two went to a beautiful restaurant right outside London. It was the best date you had ever been on.

A few more dates followed after that. Right now you were sitting in Georgia’s living room watching a movie. You were curled in to her side with her arm over your shoulder. You weren’t really following the film, you were busy taking not-so-subtle glances at Georgia. “ Why do you keep staring at me? Aren’t you following the movie?” she spoke up. “how am I supposed to follow the movie when you are sitting here looking hot as fuck?” you replied. She looked at you before leaning in closer. You leant in to, finally connecting your lips.

It started of slow but after a few seconds it got quite heated. You put your hands behind Georgia’s neck, while her hands pulled at your waist. She pulled you onto her lap. You gasped. Georgia took advantage of this and slipped het tongue in your mouth. After making out for a few minutes, You finally pulled away. You looked Georgia in the eyes. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” she asked. You didn’t answer you just kissed her again.

@stanwaygeorgia posted this

Guess it's official now 💖 @Y/N.YLN

@Y/N.YLN: love you bby 😘

@leahwilliamson: i told you you should talk to her

-> @stanwaygeorgia: yeah, yeah all credits go to you

[spark-my-nature]

Good Vibrations

Word Count: 5.3K | Warnings: Smut! (Handjobs, light toy play), language, general graphic stuff. 18+!

EXTRA SPECIAL BIRTHDAY POST!! Happiest of birthdays to Rou!! Everyone go wish her a happy birthday!! Cause she’s so cool!! @ofthecaravel you’re cool!

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As he slowly drifted into consciousness, Sam found himself staring with bleary eyes at the tiny red dot indicating “AM” beside the absurdly late (or early?) time displayed on his miniature alarm clock. Blinking slowly, he let his eyes adjust to the darkness as his mind started piecing together his surroundings.

Bringing his fingers up to rub at his eye, his mouth stretched open with a silent yawn and he rolled his head to the side, eyes struggling to focus on the privacy curtain separating him from the sleeping area of the tour bus. As the last nonsensical images of his dream faded away, Sam found himself wondering why it was he was awake at this god forsaken hour. He was comfortable, not too warm, didn’t need to use the bathroom, and the ambient sounds of the steadily rumbling bus usually helped him fall asleep.

Then again, the bus wasn’t actually moving at the moment, and it was only then in Sam’s sleep-muddled confusion that he realized the droning noise he was hearing wasn’t actually the engine or the wheels rolling over a stretch of highway. He could hear it even over the gentle ambience of the sleep sounds machine that broadcasted a steady white noise from nearby.

Furrowing his brow in mild frustration, Sam gently pushed his curtain aside, letting moonlight stream across his bunk. With his surroundings mildly illuminated, he squinted in the general direction of the mystery sound that was contributing more and more to his late-night grumpiness.

His eyes focused, through the shadows and dim lighting, on the outside of Danny’s closed curtain. Mostly closed, as Sam could see the faint glow of what he assumed to be Danny’s phone screen around the edges of the thick material, and a sliver of dark curls splayed across his best friend’s pillow.

Keeping his eyes on that tiny glimpse of the drummer, Sam rolled onto his side, settling with his pillow wedged between his arm and cheek with a faint smile, all his irritation subsiding with a sleepy sigh.

In Sam’s mind, he wondered absently about what Danny was doing on his phone so late at night. He relaxed into his sheets, and his eyes had just started to drift closed again, the strange buzzing noise forgotten, when he heard a sharp intake of breath, muffled by the thick curtain.

Brow furrowing again, Sam’s eyes opened, watching curiously as the top of Danny’s head shifted against his pillow. There were several seconds of silence, almost making Sam doubt he heard anything at all, but then after an undeterminable amount of time, another small sound unmistakably slipped through the opening of Danny’s curtain.

“Fuck…”

It was hardly even a whisper, more of a breath sighing out past his friend’s lips, but it made Sam’s heart rate double in a split second. Every muscle below his collarbones tensed up, and with the small rush of adrenaline, Sam woke up fully, lifting his head and propping himself up on his elbow. He listened closely, staring intensely at his friend’s curtain as though the fabric itself had perpetrated the sultry noise gracing his ears.

The sheets rustled, and Sam heard Danny’s chest rumble with a whisper-quiet groan, a sound which under any other circumstance would’ve had him worried that his friend was in pain.

If only it were any other circumstance. Then Sam might’ve been spared from the immediate and unwanted discomfort under his sheets. But as it were, he found himself shifting on the bunk mattress to shake off some of the sudden restlessness of his hips as his ears strained for more.

Another hitching breath from behind the adjacent curtain, and this time, now that Sam was wide awake and keenly eavesdropping, he picked up on a distinct clicking sound that increased the volume of that inconspicuous buzzing. Followed by an entirely new noise, one that Sam could only describe as a quiet, drawn-out whimper.

Feeling his face go hot, he blew out a harsh breath, and went to brush his sleep-mussed hair away from his forehead. As his hands lifted to his face, he unintentionally knocked his elbow against the privacy curtain that hid his bunk, and the resulting jangling was nothing but jarring in the relative dead silence of the night.

In hindsight, the next sounds from Danny’s bunk were rather comical, but there was no humor in the way Sam’s entire body froze as Danny hissed a soft curse, audibly thunked his head against the alcove, and then groaned. A moment later, there was a soft click and the buzzing ceased, leaving both men in deafening, ringing silence.

Several moments passed with Sam’s heart beating in his ears until Daniel broke the silence.

Croaking through the strain in his throat, Danny managed a timid, “Sam?”

Through the dead silence, Sam took a careful breath, “Yes?”

Entire body alight with nerves he wasn’t used to having with Daniel, Sam watched the rings of the curtains jingle as they were pushed to the side, unveiling the slightly flushed and, to Sam’s relief, bashfully smiling face of his best friend. Completely automatically, Sam matched the rather goofy smile painting Danny’s spit-sheened lips and the quip flew past his tongue before he could remember thinking it.

“Having fun over there?”

Danny’s eyes widened ever so slightly, before humor overwhelmed the shock and he breathed out a bashful but pleased little giggle that made Sam’s stomach flip violently.

“Yeah,” he whispered conspiratorially with a lingering smile, biting his lip as though in gleeful anticipation of Sam’s reaction.

Adrenaline starting to slowly ease its grip on Sam’s nervous system, Sam arched a teasing, graceful eyebrow at him and flicked his eyes pointedly in the direction of Danny’s lower half.

“Sure sounds like you are.”

Danny let out another giggle, his cheeks pinkening and his curls falling endearingly over his face and - oh, hello - bare chest, as he looked down at the mattress and shrugged one shoulder, only offering a little hum of acknowledgement. Sam watched him, helplessly endeared to this coy, shameless but shy version of his best friend.

“Are you…” he started, a bewildered smile twitching at his lips, “…are you using a vibrator?”

Once again, Danny simply nodded, the same bashfully pleased smile handsomely fixed on his blushing face.

When Sam failed to come up with any coherent response to his little confession, Danny offered quietly, “Feels good.”

Stunned, and heart racing fast enough to make him dizzy, Sam slipped into his default pestering, gaze fixed on his friend’s low-lidded eyes and cheeky expression.

“How long have you… had it?”

Danny gave a breathy giggle, his hand appearing and running over his face sleepily. “Couple weeks.”

Nodding a little, Sam finally tore his gaze away to examine the blankets beneath his hands, picking at them casually. “D’you use it every time you…?”

Danny huffed a soft laugh, rolling his head to look at the low ceiling of his own bunk. Sam grinned at the crack in his cool demeanor, a swell of butterflies rising in his chest at the blush darkening Danny’s cheeks.

Danny rolled onto his side after a moment, smiling at the ground and murmuring, “Yeah, it’s like… I dunno, I-“

He paused, grinning wider and chuckling awkwardly.

“It’s more intense.”

The noise Sam choked out and swallowed down made him flush brighter, and he prodded Danny further after clearing his throat, “You… like, uh…”

Danny’s gaze lifted to meet Sam’s through his dark lashes, and he mumbled, “I cum harder, yeah.”

It was then that Sam suddenly became painfully aware of his own situation between his thighs. He tried to shift subtly, lifting his hips and spreading his legs just enough to relieve the ache of his erection, but Danny’s hawk-eyes followed his squirming movements.

To Sam’s dismay, there was zero relief when Danny’s voice dropped an octave suddenly, the drummer lifting up on one elbow to give Sam his full attention. “What about you, do you have any toys?”

“Uh, aha, no,” Sam answered honestly, discreetly tugging at his uncomfortably tight briefs below the sheets. “Never, um… never tried that.”

“Huh.”

Sam glanced up at him, awkwardly laughing at the apparent disbelief in his friend’s voice. “That surprises you?”

“I kinda thought…” Danny trailed off, scrutinizing Sam with his eyes before ducking his face down and laughing softly and shaking his head.

“What?” Sam matched his posture, hoisting up on one elbow.

“Nothing, forget it.”

“No, tell me!”

Danny cocked an eyebrow at him challengingly, and Sam squinted at him, a silent showdown of wills. Several moments later, Danny groaned and rolled his eyes, ”I guess I just assumed you might like to- are you really gonna make me say it?”

When Sam’s eyes bugged at him affirmatively, Danny’s eyes locked on the ceiling of the bus as he smirked flatly, “I kinda pegged you as someone who might like to be… little spoon. Once in a while, anyway.”

“Little spoon?” Sam squawked.

Danny’s eyes slowly landed on Sam with the same, ironic smirk and challenging look in his eyes. “Yes. Like,” Danny trailed off, miming with his hands the particular action he was referring to with one finger inserting into an “O” made with his thumb and pointer.

Sam, whose entire face felt in flames, gawked at Danny’s crudeness as if he hadn’t actively engaged in incomparably worse immaturity during his youthful years alongside his band mates. “Danny-“

When Sam couldn’t find the ending to his sentence, Danny merely raised his brows at him, as though asking for confirmation.

Balking, Sam babbled, “I never- like, it’s not like I’ve ever tried, I mean- I guess, I’ve? Thought about it? But I-“

“You’ve thought about it?” Danny interrupted, smirk spreading dangerously.

“Haven’t you?” Sam squeaked defensively.

Danny nodded, face scrunching as if to say ‘obviously.’ “Who says I never tried?”

Fuck.

Reduced once more to gaping at his friend, Sam floundered as Danny dissolved into giggles again. “You’re so tense.”

Rolling his eyes, Sam sarcastically retorted “Oh, sorry. Maybe you can lend me your little friend to relax.”

He’d said it as a mindless bit of banter, with (basically) no real meaning to it, but Danny’s eyes instantly lasered in on Sam’s face with interest.

“Well that’s an idea…”

“…excuse me?”

Danny grinned, and in the moonlight Sam couldn’t help but find it rather predatory. “You could. If you wanted to.”

Sam blinked.

Danny grinned wider.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he continued, his tone dropping into a velvety caress, “I mean I’d be interested to see what you think.”

Swallowing down the ringing in his ears, Sam desperately tried to match the confidence in Danny’s voice but cursed the way his breath shook. “You want me to use your vibrator.”

Danny merely shrugged, easy as a summer breeze, head tilting to the side as his eyes trailed over Sam’s dumbstruck features. “Kinda,” he smirked. Hesitating for a second, his eyes darting down and then to the side, Danny’s shark like smirk faltered a bit into his lopsided smile, which did nothing to quell the violent fluttering in Sam’s stomach when he murmured, “kinda wanna see your face.”

As subtly as he could, Sam shifted his arm from his side to between his thighs, trying to mask the way he pushed his hips into his forearm to relieve the pulsing ache that wouldn’t leave him be. “…what, like now?”

Danny’s eyes flickered to Sam’s shoulder distractedly, and then locked back on his nerve-wracked eyes. “Only if you want to.”

Sam held Danny’s gaze for a moment, considering if he was truly about to go along with this, but ultimately he was only as strong as his biggest weakness, which was unfortunately the man laying across from him with unwavering interest.

“Okay… yeah, okay.” Sam nodded, smirking shyly. “Can I see it?”

Danny’s eyes widened a little, and he had to look away, clear his throat, and cough out a quiet laugh, making Sam realize the double entendre and snort, “Shut up, you know what I meant.”

Danny shrugged one shoulder, looking down in his bunk as he searched, “Answer isn’t gonna be no either way.” Finding his prize, he reached, handing it over to Sam with a debilitating smirk.

Sam blushed, breaking Danny’s pointed gaze and grabbing the toy with a hissed, “Jesus, you’re fired up tonight.”

That won a genuine laugh out of Danny, and while he mindlessly matched Danny’s twinkling eyes and bright smile, Sam turned his attention to Danny’s little silicone secret. It was a fairly simple toy, a baby blue miniature wand with a button on the end of the handle. The material was soft in Sam’s fingers, and he ran his fingers over the head of the toy with the shuddering realization that his fingers weren’t the only thing it had touched tonight.

He then became hyper aware of how quiet it had gone, and he cut his gaze to Danny, who watched Sam familiarize himself in unblinking fascination.

“You press and hold the button to turn it on. And then short press to make the vibrations higher.”

Sam nodded, looking down again and turning the toy on hesitantly, jumping a little when it began buzzing abruptly. He started to lower it down his body, and then whipped his gaze over to Danny, who laid still as a statue, eyes glued to Sam’s movements.

Sam let out a short, manic-sounding laugh, “You’re just gonna watch?” His stomach flipping as Danny blinked slowly, his eyes half lidded and his lips parted just so.

“Is that alright?”

Taking a slow, measured breath, Sam held Danny’s loaded stare and nodded a little, switching the toy to his right hand and not breaking Danny’s gaze as he lifted his hips off the bed. His left hand lifted the waist of his pyjama pants and wrapped around the base of his cock, and he blinked rapidly, fighting to maintain eye contact as his cheeks burned and his dick twitched.

“Yeah. That’s… that’s fine,” he murmured, giving himself a few slow strokes.

Danny’s eyes lowered, following the movement of Sam’s arm to where it disappeared behind the curtain. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, waiting.

Situating the toy between his fingers, Sam broke the staring contest to look down at what he was about to do, bringing the toy to the tip of his dick, and gently, pressing it to the sensitive underside of his head.

“Oh fffffuck-“

His eyes immediately squeezed shut, his long waves splaying out under his head as it fell back onto the pillow.

Across from him, Danny’s brows came to a pinch in the center of his forehead, and his own restless hand unconsciously made a beeline beneath his flannel sleep pants. Soft as rain, he breathed “oh my god…”

Heat rushing down his body at the sound, Sam rolled his head to look over at Danny, eyes freezing on the rhythmic motion of his arm. Heat pooled low in his stomach, and he started stroking himself in earnest.

The vibrator was a shockingly pleasurable addition, Sam found out. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of using a toy before, not like this anyway. From the moment it made contact with his weeping tip, he already felt so teasingly close to the edge.

And this embarrassingly fast race to the finish line was not aided whatsoever by the faces Danny was making beside him. His lips parting with shallow breaths, then getting bitten and licked at by his restless pink tongue. His eyes, all dark and predatorial in the nocturnal light. And his pure, unwavering focus on the faces Sam was making.

He felt so deliciously on display, and the only thing Danny could see was his face.

He’d been holding in his moans, too shy to make any sudden noises, sure that they’d be jarring and embarrassing in the relative silence of the bus. Other than their respective quickened breathing, there wasn’t a peep outside of the rustling of sheets.

Danny’s shoulder shifted, to switch up his grip Sam assumed with a sudden jerk of his hand, and Sam watched in dumbstruck awe as Danny’s eyes rolled back and fluttered shut. With his lips parted, between gentle pants, he murmured, “God this is so hot,” as he opened his eyes again.

Sam whined quietly, biting it back and squeezing his cock. He nodded, meeting Danny’s flustered gaze, “Fuck, I- mm.”

Danny’s eyes flicked down Sam’s body and back, and he whispered, “turn it up.”

“What?” Sam blinked incredulously.

“Turn. It. Up,” Danny smirked, arm steadily moving up and down behind the curtain.

Blushing hot, Sam held eye contact and found the button with his thumb, pressing once. The buzzing doubled in intensity, more than he’d expected, and another pathetic noise slipped through Sam’s nose.

Danny’s brows knit together, his jaw dropping. He picked up some more speed, audible sounds now making it to Sam’s ears with each movement of his hand under his pants. “Fuck me, Sam.”

Brain going fuzzy from the constant vibrations, Sam’s eyes roamed dreamily over Danny’s upper half, and of his own accord this time, he clicked the button again. And jolted on the mattress.

With his head tossed back, and through spit glistened lips, he finally broke and let out a candy-sweet whine, “Dannyyyyy…”

Danny’s eyes squeezed shut with a deep groan, and his hand squeezed tightly around the base of his cock, his entire body seizing up and staying frozen for several frantic heartbeats.

When he finally felt in control of his own body, his eyes slowly fluttered open, and he found Sam staring back at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Sammy,” he croaked, eyes darting around Sam’s perfect body helplessly. Locking eyes with him once more, Danny swallowed harshly, and still panting gently through parted lips, gave a quick but pointed flick of his eyes downwards, a questioning gesture. Seeking invitation beyond the velvety curtain obscuring Sam’s hands and beyond the furthest point of their relationship thus far.

It only took a second for Sam to process Danny’s unspoken request, and another second for him to nod and beg through a shy whisper, “Yeah, please…?”

His heart beating in his ears, Danny nodded quickly, shoving his own curtain aside. Hauling himself to his feet, he only gave Sam a split second to gape at the impressive outline straining his sleep pants before Sam’s curtain was pushed off to the side as well.

Danny lifted his knee and rested it at Sam’s side, letting his leg dangle off the edge. His hand came to rest beside Sam’s head, supporting his torso as he leaned down over Sam, and before Danny could ask if all this was okay, Sam’s leg lifted to hook around Danny’s and used this new leverage to pull Danny completely on top of him to straddle his hips.

Danny’s other hand reflexively landed by Sam’s other shoulder, caging him in with all four strong limbs, and once settled, Danny’s eyes landed on Sam’s face.

Feeling his heated stare, Sam’s gaze flicked up from Danny’s painfully tempting chest to meet his eyes, and his breath was knocked from his chest. Hovering over him, all dark curls and impossibly long lashes, freckles and soft pink lips, hazel eyes with pupils blown wide, Danny chewed on his lip for a moment while the vibrator buzzed between them.

Sam, stomach erupting in butterflies, found himself smiling adoringly up at Danny without even thinking, and, finding himself reassured, Danny returned that easy, dopey smile and brought one broad hand to Sam’s face, cupping his jaw as he shifted his weight over to his other arm. Then, gently, he lowered his hips flush with Sam’s.

They both gasped, hidden cocks sandwiched between their simultaneously tensing stomachs and the insistently vibrating toy. While Sam’s breath morphed into a drawn out whimper, Danny’s panting interwove with a groan of “Fuck, Sammy-!”

Already past the point of politeness, Sam started grinding up into Danny, his long fingers snaking their way up around Danny’s torso and digging into his lower back. His mouth hung open, soft gasps and hitching breaths freely rising to Danny’s ears as Danny matched his desperation and started rutting his hips in time with Sam’s.

Struggling to keep them open, Danny blinked down at Sam through heavy lidded eyes and stroked his thumb absentmindedly over Sam’s cheek. Biting down on his lip, Danny’s gaze helplessly slipped just below Sam’s eye level, landing on his bite-swollen and glistening pink lips. Watching him losing the battle with self control, Sam grinned faintly, digging his nails into Danny’s waist and tipping up his jaw invitingly.

Catching Sam’s hint, Danny’s eyes shot to Sam’s with want, and seeing only a reflection of his own need in Sam’s fucked-out expression, Danny swallowed down a whine of relief and lowered himself down to his elbows, angling his jaw with Sam’s and kissing him deeply.

Sam moaned, eyes rolling back beneath closed lids, one hand shooting up from his hip to tangle in Danny’s wild curls. Somewhere in the back of his mind registered that he’d never been kissed like quite this before, ravenous and desperate, but steady. As if Danny couldn’t get enough of him, but was savouring the feeling and taste of his mouth as it worked against his own.

Fingers sliding from Sam’s jaw to cradle the back of his head, Danny’s cock insistently reminded him that their hips had come to a standstill through this new development, and as ecstatic as he was to be kissing the breath from Sam’s lips, he was equally as powerless to stop his own body from beginning to shift and squirm into Sam’s once more.

Pressed even tighter together now, the vibrator having tumbled to the bed beside them at some point in the chaos of their first kiss, Danny groaned into Sam’s mouth as he felt Sam’s own pulsing erection sliding alongside his own.

Gasping for air against Danny’s lips, Sam squeaked, “D-anny-y-!” insistently bucking his hips to meet Danny’s thrusts.

Breathlessly, Danny nodded and let his forehead rest on Sam’s. “I know, I- I know baby, you’re so fucking- so good, Sammy… so fucking good.”

With wide eyes, Sam nodded along mindlessly with Danny’s rambling, desperation getting the better of him. His hands, practically shaking with lust, managed to snake down between Danny’s arms, pushing and shoving at Danny’s waistband. Getting the hint, Danny hummed quietly, “You want them off?”

Dizzy with the way Danny switched on that seductive, confident tone, Sam merely nodded, hoping Danny would take over responsibility for that task.

And, lucky for Sam, Danny obliged with a half-manic grin, lifting himself up to his knees and pushing his ratty old pyjamas down his thighs.

”God-“

Danny looked up at Sam’s dumbstruck face and giggled softly, bringing his hand to his dick and giving himself a couple of slow strokes. Relishing in Sam’s dreamy reaction for a moment, Danny let himself go in favor of teasing his fingertips beneath Sam’s waistband. “Can I get you out of these too?”

Swallowing quickly and blinking up at Danny’s face, Sam nodded bashfully and obediently lifted up his hips for Danny to tug his bottoms down to his knees.

Groaning quietly in his throat, Danny lifted one hand to palm at Sam’s soft tummy, his eyes fixed a bit lower. “Oh, Sammy...”

Blushing hot, Sam squirmed, trying to will Danny’s hand lower with his mind. He was far-too-aware of what a mess he surely looked like, arched up and dribbling against his stomach, twitching impatiently.

“Can you just…” he started softly, voice breaking.

Danny hummed quietly, then carefully climbed up and lowered himself over Sam once more, letting his weight gently drape over Sam’s dainty frame. Whining high in his throat, Sam arched his neck and ground his hips up into Danny’s soft hair with a broken, “Yeah…”

Danny groaned softly, burying his nose in the hollow of Sam’s neck. Pressing his lips to damp skin, he murmured between wet kisses, “You’re so soft.” He started to match Sam’s insistent pace, rolling his now bare cock alongside Sam’s in tandem, breaking into a pant as he latched gently onto Sam’s neck with his teeth.

With a hitching breath that shuddered into a moan, Sam tangled his long legs around Danny’s, sank a hand into his curls to hold his face steadily against his neck, and dug one of his heels into the mattress for leverage as the last of his patience ran out. Picking up to a desperate, choppy pace, he humped Danny’s rock solid shaft and sobbed out an unrecognizable string of moans and whines into the safety of Danny’s broad shoulder.

Danny later wondered where he found the brainpower to even remember its existence, but he suddenly became aware of the faint buzzing noise they’d managed to drown out throughout the last little bit. Sucking one last love bite into Sam’s luxuriously soft skin, Danny lifted his face to watch Sam’s expressions twist and contort. A proud smirk spread across his flushed face, watching Sam struggle to focus his eyes.

Blindly, so as to not miss a second, Danny reached down, feeling for his vibrator. Finally getting his fingers around it, he smirked wider down at Sam and held the toy to his tip.

Crying out, Sam’s nails sunk painfully perfect into Danny’s shoulders, “Oh-! Oh fuck, Danny-!”

Sam’s voice spiking Danny’s adrenaline, he sat up, straddling Sam’s hips. Wrapping his free hand around Sam’s cock, and holding the vibe tight to Sam’s leaking head, he started stroking Sam’s cock with purpose, watching with bated breath as Sam’s face twisted into pure ecstasy, his best friend clawing at the mattress as his body tensed up.

Breath caught in his throat, he barely managed to squeak, “Danny- gonna-!”

Pumping his pulsing cock mercilessly, Danny watched Sam shudder and shake beneath him as he finally let out a raspy whine and came hard all over Danny’s fist and his stomach.

Slowing down gradually, Danny finally let go when Sam gasped and jerked away, smiling wide in satisfaction and carefully crawling up to lay alongside Sam’s body. Clicking off the poor, overheated vibrator, he set it down on the bed and propped himself up on his elbow, watching Sam’s flushed face slowly unwind and his breathing slow back to normal.

Sam felt his gaze with his eyes shut, and his lips betrayed him by quirking up into a tired, involuntary smirk.

Rolling his head to the side, he blinked his eyes open, meeting Danny’s tender (if a little smug) gaze.

“Hi,” he rasped, giggling quietly.

Smiling wider, Danny giggled back, “Hey.” Letting a beat of gentle silence pass, he then quipped, “You’re so hot.”

Snickering, Sam rolled onto his side, chest to chest and face to face. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Fixing Sam with his best bedroom eyes and teasing his face closer, Danny murmured all low in his chest, “Mmm, so sweet.”

Suddenly breathless, Sam’s mouth opened but nothing came out, and it made Danny’s infuriatingly debilitating smirk grow wider. He whispered, “Did you like the vibrator?”

Sam nodded slightly, leaning closer to Danny’s lips. “Mm. I think you’re onto something there.”

It was right around then that Sam realized Danny was still waiting patiently for his turn, and with a rush of eagerness, Sam closed the gap between their lips with a soft sigh. Danny returned the kiss easily, leaning into it with a caressing hand through Sam’s soft messy waves. He pulled Sam deeper into the kiss by the back of his head, his tongue carefully prodding at the tip of Sam’s just as Sam’s sneaky hand reached his cock and curled around it.

Pulsing immediately in Sam’s grip, Danny’s surprised moan echoed unrestrained into their kiss, spurring Sam on to pull and stroke Danny’s thick cock faster.

Panting against Sam’s lips, Danny swallowed harshly and croaked, “fuck me-“ with a breathless chuckle. Sam watched gleefully as Danny’s brows twisted up tightly, letting his thumb swipe over Danny’s glistening tip with each twist of his wrist.

His mouth popping open, Danny moaned out suddenly, “oh god Sam don’t- don’t stop, please don’t-“

“Cum for me,” Sam whispered, awestruck as Danny came apart from his touch.

Nodding sharply, Danny’s eyes screwed shut with a whine, “C-close…”

Reaching down with his other hand, Sam palmed the tip of Danny’s cock as he stroked rapidly, and murmured, “Give it to me.”

Danny’s head fell forward, curls tumbling over his forehead. He groaned hoarsely as he started to cum, his cock twitching and jerking in Sam’s fist as it covered his wrist.

Before Danny could even catch his breath, Sam was on him, kissing him senseless as he came down from his high. They rolled on the mattress, Danny landing on his back with Sam plastered to his heaving chest.

Languidly making out for some time, Danny let his lazy hands roam over Sam’s body. Across his smooth chest, down his gently curved back, over his shoulders. Grabbing a handful of his ass earned him a playful squeak and a bite to his lip.

“What,” Danny giggled breathless against Sam’s lips.

Cheeks pink, Sam laughed, “I refuse to believe you recover that fast.”

Smiling up at him all cheeky, Danny countered, “There’s lots of other things we could do.”

Scoffing incredulously, Sam shoved his shoulder as Danny laughed. “Fuckin’ hell, I let you- … do all this, and you already want more? Nympho.”

“Let me?” Danny balked humorously.

“That’s right,” Sam grinned brattily, heart warmed by Danny’s eye roll and wide playful smile. “Plus you’ve got all these ideas about what you wanna do to me? How long have you been cooking those up, freak?”

Danny flashed his teeth at Sam playfully before quickly flipping him flat on his back. Squawking in surprise, Sam laughed brightly and snaked his arms around Danny’s neck.

Grinning down at his lips, Danny admitted softly, “…For a while.”

Softening, Sam ran his thumb back and forth over Danny’s shoulder blade. “Really?”

Nodding bashfully, Danny raised his eyes up to meet Sam’s. “And y’know… not just freaky stuff,” he added in a joking tone even as his eyes grew slightly more serious.

Nodding up at him, Sam smiled gently. “Cute.”

Raising his eyebrows expectantly, Danny waited silently.

Smiling wider, Sam blushed and rolled his head to the side, “…Yeah, me too.”

Peaking at Danny again, he found him failing to hide a brilliant smile, one which he quickly buried in Sam’s neck with a jubilant little giggle. “Nice,” he muffled.

Snickering, Sam toyed with a stray ringlet that draped across his chest from Danny’s head. “Nice? You’re such an idiot.”

Having started to kiss along Sam’s neck, Danny mumbled against skin, “Takes one to know one.”

Tilting his head to the side and letting him continue for a moment, Sam smiled wide and lazily sighed, “well I fucked you, so- ouch!!”

Danny laughed into the fresh bite mark he’d just left on Sam’s collar and lifted his head out of the cavern of his neck. “We fucked each other, actually.”

“Well if you wanna get technical, neither of us actually fucked each other.”

Danny paused, then smirked slowly. “Hm. Good point. Good thing tomorrow’s a rest day, then,” he nodded.

Jaw falling open, Sam’s face flushed pink, “I- tomorrow?”

Giggling quietly and lowering his face down to brush his nose against Sam’s, Danny whispered, “Kidding, love.”

Sam casted his gaze to the side rather petulantly, “Oh…”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

“You want to?”

“Well you put it out there!” Sam squeaked, defensively.

Gaping down at him for a second, Danny then closed his eyes and shook his head a bit, laying himself back down in Sam’s neck. “Insatiable,” he remarked teasingly.

Closing his eyes and grinning at the ceiling, Sam’s heart fluttered thinking about all the ways Danny was about to find out exactly how right he was. But that could wait til the morning.

For now, Danny’s soft lips slowly came to a standstill along the hollows of his neck, and his soft breathing evened out, and that was more than enough.

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[qardenofeden]

ushijima wakatoshi wasn’t a man of pda, you knew that much. it’s not that he shied away from it per se, he just... was taught to value modesty.

and that’s exactly how you got here, sitting across from him as dishes upon dishes were served on your table. steamers of xiao long bao were placed before you as he paused from eating his hot garlic ribs to thank your server.

“wakatoshi, you ordered too much... it’s only our first date as a couple,” you say, concern furrowing your brows as you looked at the table.

“that is precisely why i ordered a lot. plus, i just finished a match and i’m quite hungry. i hope you don’t mind,” he deadpans before adding a meek, “is it not to your liking?”

...well, as meek as one ushijima wakatoshi can be, anyway.

you two had just come from one of his matches and to no one’s surprise, shiratorizawa won yet again. as a reward, you offered to grab dinner with him at his favorite foreign restaurant, but you seemed to have forgotten a major key detail— wakatoshi was used to living in luxury. you’ve never even heard of this place before, that’s how fancy and niche it was.

“no, no. it’s fine! it’s your celebration, after all,” you reassure him, hoping he doesn’t take notice of your... mood.

“our celebration,” he corrects. brown eyes hold your gaze, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were in trouble. “you finally said yes to me after months of courtship. i apologize if my schedule has not allowed me to take you out on a proper date prior to this.”

was it getting hot in here? you feel like melting under his stare. why is he so naturally intimidating?

“it’s okay. i’ve been a little busy too with requirements and whatnot,” you shy away from his eyes and begin eating.

except... oh, you don’t like that.

the flavors are too much, and your mouth feels like it’s going to explode with how powerful the taste is. did you accidentally order from the spicy section?!

ushijima must have detected your slight internal panic, because he immediately asks, “is everything okay?”

you cough out, putting on a fake smile as you nod. “mhm, all good!”

“are you certain..? you look... flustered.”

god, there he was again. wakatoshi, you’re scaring me!! you mentally yell.

“...okay, i’ve never... been here before so i just ordered whatever i thought was the most basic option on the menu.” your eyes avoid his, feeling small before him. “sorry,” you feel like a loser. hopefully he doesn’t break up with you for this.

“ah. i wish you had said that sooner. i would have explained their food and helped you choose.”

wakatoshi eyes the table before wordlessly rearranging the sequence of the dishes. he takes your plate and moves the steamer of the xiao long baos in front of you, then gently places your original dish to the xlb’s previous spot. he takes off the lid and takes one dumpling for himself.

“these are soup dumplings. i picked your favorite meat, so you should have no problem eating them,” he bites his dumpling into half as the soup leaks out from the center and into his spoon. “see?”

you look at him, then down at the dumplings before taking one for yourself and mimicking his actions. “mmh...” you nod, “that’s actually pretty good.”

“do you mind if i eat your...”

you nod enthusiastically before he can even finish. “take it, take it. i love the dumplings. woah. can i have more?”

ushijima chuckles, his chest letting out guttural breaths as his lips curved into a smile. “of course. eat as much as you’d like.”

needless to say, you and wakatoshi will definitely be coming back. who knows, maybe it could even be the start of a tradition.

atsumu post-match &&& bokuto post-match

a/n: this is still post-match right... just not courtside-immediately-after-game post match. sry lol sigh ushijima what am i supposed to do w u my nonchalant king

[golden-ebony]

Ten's a Crowd ·ᴥ·✿˖°

♡ Pairing: Logan Howlett/female!Reader

♡ Word Count: 2.4k

♡ Rating: Explicit 18+

♡ Warning/Tags: SMUT! MINORS DNI, p-v, oral fem!receiving, a tad of overstimulation,

♡ Summary: As Robo said: Logan would turn your plushies around before fucking you raw btw, he told me himself—pulls em off to the side with a gruff little “You don’t wanna see this next part bub” before turning you every way BUT loose.

♡ Note: @robo-writing MADE A POST THAT MADE ME BOTH SCREAM CHUCKLE AND INSPIRED TO CREATE THIS PIECE. robo is also one of my favs so check them out too!

You wanted to take it slow with Logan. Even if every bone in your body wanted to jump his, you actually liked him and didn’t want to do anything you believed could sabotage your budding relationship. This was a mutual yet unspoken understanding between the two of you. 

He had every intention of taking things slow with you–make his intentions clear. Having met you while you bartended at his favorite spot, you had seen him pick up and take a few girls home. You were different, and he wanted to make that clear. 

Still, every time Logan dropped you off at your apartment, it became more charged. After your first date, he simply dropped you off. After your second and third date, it ended in short yet sensual kisses. The tension was building the entirety of your fourth date. When Logan had you pressed against your apartment building door, your moans were smothered by the passionate open mouth kisses. And by god, you wanted to give in, but mother nature had other plans for you. Despite either of your wishes, you called it a night.

Your fifth date was at a drive in-movie. You brought the blankets that were laid out in the bed of Logan’s truck. The both of you admittedly got a handsy during the movie, practically missing the end of the movie.

As Logan parked in the front of your building, he carried the folded blankets that you brought to your building door. Before he could offer to bring the blankets up for you, you muttered the four words he had been waiting to hear for almost a month.

“You wanna come up?”

Logan couldn't help but perk up at that question. Your voice was as sweet as honey, and the soft glow of the porch light framed your face perfectly. He tried to keep a straight face, but the corner of his lips tugged into a small smile when you invited him up.

"Course," he said, his voice rough and low as he tried to contain the lewd thoughts that started flooding his brain. 

As you brought him up the elevator, the tension between the two of you was thicker than the blankets he carried. You needed him–need him bad. 

As soon as you entered the apartment, you told Logan that he could put the blankets on the couch. He haphazardly tossed them on the cushions but didn’t take his eyes off you. The intensity in his eyes was betraying the restraint he was trying to maintain for weeks. 

Barely a beat afterward, you were all over each other. The kiss was sloppy, your tongue immediately submitting to his. Logan’s hand roamed slightly under your sweater, fingers pressing against the warmth of your skin. 

Stumbling backward toward your bedroom, Logan kept his lips on your, drinking in the taste that he desperately wanted–hell, needed. As he laid you down, he didn't break the kiss, slowly trailing his hand up your thigh. His lips found their way to your neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about this all night, darlin’,” he growled against your neck as he hovered over you. His grip on your thigh tightened, earning a gasp from your lips. “Just like that, baby, I need to hear ya.”

Logan’s other hand hiked up farther near your head until his hand began crushing something soft, something smaller than a pillow. Still focused on marking the skin over your pulse, he moved his hand again just to squish another item, almost losing his grip on the bed. 

With a hint of frustration, Logan’s eyes glared open. His stare was immediately met with glossy, black buttoned eyes of a brown cow and the cheery eyes and blushing face of…maybe a dumpling, he thought.

He paused his lips’ freezing against your skin. Logan pulled away slightly to get a better look at what was under his hand. He chuckled, his voice gravelly as he looked down at the squished yet irate octopus.

You sighed due to the loss of contact, swiveling to see what had caught Logan’s attention over the woman he was making out with. He had a mixed expression of confusion and amusement. 

“You find my plushies entertaining?” you softly giggled, propping yourself up by your elbows.

“I just…” Logan’s voice was gruff with a smirk as he sized up the 6–no, 8–plushies eyeing him down. The cow, dumpling, octopus, platypus, jellyfish, hot sauce bottle, bumblebee, and mushroom propped against your pillows all had their eyes on Logan, silently judging him. “I just didn’t expect an audience. Your little posse is a bit intimidating,” he teased, looking down at you with a cheeky grin.

“Didn’t think you were one to falter under pressure,” you chuckled. From your back, you turned to look at your plushies. You gave him a tantalizing look as you grabbed the angry octopus from his hand, shaking it in his face. “They’re just here to be cute.”

“Yeah, they’re cute.” Logan’s attention was diverted back to your exposed abdomen from your slightly lifted sweater. A deep growl emitted from his chest as he lifted your sweater further to reveal your plum colored bra. His large hand cupped your right breast as a wry smile grew on his lips. “But what I’m planning on doing with you…it’s far from cute, sweetheart.”

Logan was quick to remove your sweater, throwing it toward the  mushroom, causing it to fall off the bed entirely. He dipped back down to your lips with a renewed passion. Dropping the octopus on your nightstand, you were quick to tug at Logan’s t-shirt, practically begging to lose it.

Ripping it off, you could feel your arousal pool at the sight of his broad, hairy chest and sculpted form. Over your head, he tossed his shirt. It landed over the eyes of the soft platypus, but you didn’t notice. You were too enveloped in the hot kisses Logan was lying between the valley of breasts down to the waist of your leggings. His rough hands massaged your breasts until they popped out of their constraints. 

Ragged short moans fell from your lips as he grazed and twerked your hardened nipples. Your hands raked over his larger hands before moving to his taunt shoulders, nails scraping his shoulder blades. Logan grunted as he felt your nails rake across his shoulders, his darkened eyes locking on you, hungry and filled with lust.

“Love the pretty moans you make for me, baby,” Logan groaned, his hands moving to the sides of your leggings to wiggle you out of them. Taking your panties with them, you were exposed to Logan. The glisten and scent of your arousal was too tempting.

Feeling his warm breath against your aching cunt, you inched forward, desperate for any form of contact, “Please, Logan. I need to feel you…”

Without another word, Logan applied a heavy striped lick against your cunt all the way to your pulsing clit. A stuttered moan escaped your lips as Logan buried his face into your cunt, wrapping his arms around your soft thighs to pull you closer and keep you legs opened wide.

“Hm, so fuckin’ sweet. All for me, sweetheart?” he muttered against your cunt, the vibrations causing a shiver to run up your spine. You almost missed what he said as tongue lap and darted into your sopping core at a speed that had to be sinful. 

You could barely get the words out. Your mind was reeling with such intense pleasure that Logan could only grab your attention again by nipping on your inner thigh. You quickly winced 

“You gotta speak up, darlin’. I gotta hear you,”

“All for you, Lo-Logan! Because of you!” Despite your volume, your voice came off small and pathetic as your need for Logan grew.

Rewarding you, Logan pressed a harsh kiss against your clit, sending shockwaves through you. Your hips tried to buck but were secured firmly by the strength of Logan. He was practically making out with your cunt, his nose adding just enough pressure to your clit to run you like a facet.

“So goddamn pretty, so perfect,” he softly breathed against you, darkened eyes temporarily meeting your lust-blown ones like man possessed. Your head tilted back in ecstasy, his stare too intense.

Your finger interlocked with your comforter and his hair. The grip Logan had to keep around your thighs only grew harsher as you thrashed around him. It was a vicious cycle. Your elevated moans drove Logan to delve deeper which only made your thrashing worse and your moans more boisterous. Logan knew you’d learn better once you woke up with the bruised prints in the morning. You knew you’d cherish them. 

From your tightened grip on his hair and the sheets, Logan knew you were near your edge. His name was spilling out of your lips as if it was the only word you knew now. Coming up for air didn’t matter; Logan was prepared to drown in your soaked core.

Your climax was almost violent, your legs quiver as you released. Logan lapped it up like a dying dog, the taste of you making him moan. He couldn’t help but rut against the edge of your bed as he licked you clean through your high. The friction was welcomed but not enough.

Your body relaxed as you tried taking in deep breaths to regain a semblance of control. Before releasing your thighs, Logan affixed one last bold brush to your ruined cunt for good measure. Your cheeks were flushed as you looked down at him again. His eyes locked with yours, dark and intense. His eyes seemed almost feral, his need for you evident. He needed more–more of you, all of you.

Logan slowly kissed a path up your body, pausing momentarily to admire the indented prints he had left on your hips. He relished the taste of your skin, his lips leaving a trail of light kisses along your thighs, hips, your stomach, your chest. Your body was still quivering 

Finally, his face, still damp with your arousal, was mere inches away from yours, a smug smile on his lips. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before he spoke, his voice a low, rough whisper.

“You okay, darlin’?”

You huffed into a small smile. It floored you how he’d asked, knowing damn well he could still feel your toes curling and your leg involuntarily shaking. It floored you further how badly you still wanted him.

Kissing the corners of your mouth, darting your tongue to gather the remainder of your arousal from his face, you hand grazed his growing bulge. You received a strained grunt from Logan.

“Why do you still have these on?” The sound of your rough and sultry voice, your question–it only made the strain in his jeans worse.

Standing and exposing his full physique, he was quick to remove his jeans and briefs.  Your eyes went wide as the sight of his thick, engorged cock, the tip already leaking down a vein. 

Logan chuckled lowly at the sight of your reaction. Seeing your widened eyes and parted lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“So goddamn greedy, baby. Didn’t get enough already?” he mocked, laying down to cage you under the weight of his body again.

In response, you pulled him closer, your lips attached to his neck. Your tongue smoothed over every nip. Logan growled, his cock finding some relief from the friction against your hip.

Logan's eyes softened as he was again face-to-face again with the soulful eyes of your cow, slightly tilted on its side. Its fallen comrades were on the floor, preemptively averting their own innocent eyes.

He spoke gruffly, under his breath, “Uh, yeah, you don’t wanna see this next part, bub.” He picked up the cow and spun it around, leaning it against the headboard.

Your plushies didn’t see it, and you could barely handle it. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as Logan continued to roughly push into you climax after climax after climax. From your back to your stomach to your side, your body was completely coated with sweat and pleasure. Hearing you moan, beg, and whimper only drove Logan to push you further and further till the only word you could conjure was his name.

“It’s not too much, sweetheart, yeah?” Logan’s warm breath groaned against the back of your neck, raising the hairs on it. His bulky arm hooked around to belly, trapping your pelvis against his. He had slowed his tempo in comparison to the previous two rounds, but he hadn’t been this deep. With his leg The tip of his cock was pressing faint kisses against your cervix. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he could witness your face contort in continued pleasure. “You can take it, baby. Taking me so fuckin’ good all night.”

Your voice was gravelly–surely going to be gone in the morning–as your exhausted eyes peered toward Logan, “I-I can’t, Lo-gan…not again.” 

“C’mon, just one more for me, baby. Fuckin’ sinful how good you feel,” he murmured against your flushed cheek. 

You nodded as you watched Logan hand move down to your overstimulated clit. The slightest pressure was enough to make your soft walls abruptly clench around his cock with a lusty ring. Rolling your hips against his, Logan was close to losing it. A growl escaped Logan’s chest as he picked up his pace–a stuttered pace. 

“That’s it, baby. Let it happen. Drench my cock.”

“Fuck, Logan!” You cried, your entire low body trembling against his. Your own arousal dripped down to your thigh, dampening your blanket.

Logan pressed your arched back closer to his hairy chest. With one final thrust, he was incoherently grunting before staining your walls with his seed. Filled with his warmth, you felt your body completely relax–finally. 

Logan's breathing was ragged against your neck. The only things that filled the room were your and Logan’s shared pants and the scent of your mixed arousals. He held you like that for a few moments, his heart pounding against your back. Logan was now having second thoughts about ravishing so rashly for your first time.

“Too much?” Logan asked, his voice tired and laced with concern as his hand softly massaged your side.

You wrapped your hand behind you to caress Logan’s cheek. A weak smile formed on your lips, “No, no…it was…” You couldn’t find the words. Your brain was foggy with gratification. Instead, you reached for your irate octopus on your nightstand. Quickly inverting the plushie, the octopus now had a gleeful expression. 

Handing it to Logan, he gruffly chuckled, accepting your response. He planted a chaste kiss on your cheek with a satisfied smile. It was just the beginning for you two–or the ten of you.

♡ note: i love hearing y'all's thoughts

[lov3lycosmos]

Could you make a hot story about bang chan and getting turned on by the reader wearing his hoodie without anything under? I just saw your post of their kinks and I couldn't stop thinking about it, love ya✨

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆 – 𝑩.𝑪

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: bf!Chan x fem!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: size kink, oral (f receiving), praising, teasing, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation

𝒘𝒄: 1.2k

𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: hi anon of course I actually had this in my notes to post so I may as well write it for you, I love you and I hope this is what you wanted <3

𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚!

It started innocent.

At least, it looked that way.

You were bored. Lonely. And a little needy.

Chan had left earlier for a late-night gym session, saying he wouldn’t be long. But the apartment felt way too quiet without him — and the sight of his hoodie at the foot of the bed, left there like it wanted to be worn, made something shift in your chest.

You tugged it on, the sleeves immediately swallowing your hands. The soft cotton was warm with the faint scent of his cologne and body wash — that comforting, masculine smell that made your stomach twist in the best way.

You didn’t bother putting anything else on. No bra. No underwear. Not even shorts.

Just Chan’s oversized hoodie draped over your bare skin.

The hood fell over your head, and the hem barely covered your thighs. If you raised your arms even a little, you’d be flashing everything. And something about that — being naked underneath something that belonged to him — sent a rush of heat between your legs.

You laid down on the couch, pretending to scroll through your phone, legs crossed and one bare thigh peeking out. And waited.

Just a hoodie. Just you.

Just… bait.

You heard the door open not long after.

Keys jingled, bag dropped, shoes kicked off.

“Baby?” His voice echoed through the apartment, deep and sweet. “I’m back.”

You stayed lounging on the couch like you didn’t hear him, waiting for the moment—

He turned the corner.

Stopped.

And went completely still.

“Wait,” he said, blinking. “What are you—what the hell are you wearing?”

You looked up slowly and blinked like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Your hoodie.”

His brows knit as his eyes swept over you. “That’s it?”

You let your legs shift a little wider, the hem riding up just enough to flash a glimpse of skin. “Mhm.”

“Fuck.” He exhaled, low and hard. His gym shirt clung to his chest, drenched in sweat, and you caught the way his jaw clenched. “Are you seriously not wearing anything underneath?”

You smiled. “Guess you’ll have to check.”

He didn’t even hesitate.

In three strides he was towering over you, one hand tugging you up by your wrist and the other gripping your waist tight. You let out a breathy laugh as he stared down at you, his pupils wide and lips parted like he could barely believe what he was seeing.

“Jesus, baby.” He looked you up and down again. “You’re trying to get fucked, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“You know this hoodie barely covers your ass, right?”

“That’s why I picked it.”

He groaned and pulled you flush against him, letting you feel just how hard he already was through his sweats. “Do you know what you do to me?”

You tilted your chin up. “Show me.”

That snapped the last thread of control he had.

Chan kissed you rough and fast, his hands sliding under the hem to grab your bare ass, squeezing it as he ground against you. You gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound hungrily, walking you backward until your knees hit the couch.

“Turn around,” he growled. “Hands on the backrest.”

You did exactly what he said, your whole body thrumming with anticipation. You bent over slightly, and the hoodie rode up instantly — exposing the swell of your ass, the curve of your back, and just how wet you were.

Chan cursed behind you.

“You didn’t even think about panties?” he rasped, dropping to his knees behind you. “Not even a little?”

You looked over your shoulder and smirked. “Didn’t want anything getting in the way.”

He grabbed your thighs and spread them apart, groaning when he got a full view of your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

His breath hit your skin, and then his tongue did.

You gasped loudly, hands gripping the top of the couch for support as he licked a long, slow stripe through your folds. His mouth was hot, his tongue firm, and he groaned like you were the one giving him pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered against you.

He buried his face between your thighs and licked you like a man starved — teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue, then circling it, then sucking it gently until you were shaking. He held your hips tight, anchoring you to his mouth, refusing to let you move.

“C-Chan—oh my god—”

He slid two fingers inside you without warning, thick and slow, curling them until your knees buckled.

“That’s it,” he said, voice rough. “Let me hear those pretty noises, baby.”

Your whole body tensed as you rode his mouth and fingers, teetering on the edge fast, barely able to breathe. You were already close — way too close — and he knew it.

“Go ahead,” he coaxed, voice low. “Come for me, baby. Right on my tongue.”

You shattered with a cry, clenching around his fingers, hips jerking uncontrollably as the hoodie slipped off one shoulder. Your whole body was shaking, and you heard him groan as he licked you through it, savoring every drop.

But he wasn’t done.

Chan stood up behind you, chest heaving, and pressed the thick head of his cock right against your soaked entrance.

You whimpered, legs weak. “Chan—”

“Shh, I got you.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, kissed the back of your neck. “You look so perfect like this, baby. Just mine. Just wearing my hoodie. Just waiting for me to fuck you.”

He pushed in slowly — thick, hot, stretching you inch by inch — and your head dropped forward, moaning shamelessly.

“F-Fuck,” you gasped.

“That’s it, princess,” he groaned, bottoming out with a hard thrust. “God, you’re tight. Fuckin’ dripping for me.”

He didn’t move right away. Just stayed there, deep inside you, breathing hard against your neck.

And then he pulled back and slammed in again.

Your whole body jolted. The hoodie bunched around your waist now, riding up high with every thrust, and his hands were everywhere — gripping your hips, tugging you back against him, sliding under the fabric to grope your chest.

“Always so fucking perfect for me,” he panted. “You like wearing nothing under my hoodie? Like tempting me like this?”

“Yes,” you moaned, arching into him. “Wanted you so bad, Chan—couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

That drove him wild.

He fucked you harder, hips snapping against yours, and the sound of skin on skin filled the room. His cock hit deep, thick and pulsing, rubbing your sweet spot every time. Your second orgasm built fast — way too fast — and you felt your thighs start to tremble.

“Baby,” you gasped. “I-I’m—”

“Let go for me,” he whispered into your ear. “Come on, baby girl. Let me feel you again.”

You cried out and came undone for the second time, clenching around him so hard he nearly lost it.

“Fuck, baby—” He held on a second longer, then spilled inside you with a loud groan, filling you to the brim. “Shit, that’s it, just like that.”

He stayed inside you, both of you breathless, your body limp in his arms.

He leaned down and kissed the back of your neck again, softer now. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly. “Mmhmm.”

“You’re insane,” he murmured. “You know what that did to me?”

You giggled, wobbly. “I might have had a goal.”

Chan slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip down your thigh. He groaned softly and wiped it with his fingers, pressing one back inside you with a smirk.

“You’re gonna make me do it again,” he whispered.

“Good.”

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PAPER RINGS ★ WHEN YOU SHUT THEM UP WITH A KISS

𓋜 手紙 ❜ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 '𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

【 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 】 𝑙’ boyfriend!enha & fem!rea 8OO established relationship fluff reaction ˊᯅˋ skinship petnames kissing ｡ ｡ CLICK

다니 ⠀⦂ hope flueries enjoy :0 i promise i'll be back to my old posting schedule after i get less busy with exams TT

LEE HEESEUNG

you roll your eyes, but heeseung’s endless teasing finally tips you over the edge — you grab his face and kiss him, shutting him up mid-sentence. he freezes for half a second, then melts into you with a soft little chuckle against your lips, his hands sliding to your waist, thumbs drawing lazy circles against your skin. when you finally pull back, breathless, he’s grinning like an idiot, eyes crinkled, forehead resting against yours. “couldn’t resist me, huh, baby?” he teases, and you swear your heart physically flips. he pulls you closer, arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go, peppering soft kisses along your cheeks, jaw, anywhere he can reach. “it’s okay, angel. i’m all yours,” he murmurs, so smug yet so impossibly sweet that you can’t even be mad. heeseung’s love for you is written all over him, stupidly, helplessly.

PARK JAY

you’re half-listening to jay’s lecture about how you really need to start dressing warmer, but the way he’s fussing over you, adjusting your scarf and smoothing your jacket, makes your heart ache a little — so you lean in and kiss him, cutting him off mid-sentence. he immediately forgets whatever he was saying, hands pausing on your shoulders before sliding down to hold your waist gently, like muscle memory. when you pull away, he blinks at you, dazed. “you’re unbelievable, princess,” he murmurs, forehead brushing yours. he tucks you even closer to his chest, wrapping you up with his warmth. “guess i’ll just have to keep you warm myself, huh, sweetheart?” he mumbles.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even think — you just surge forward and kiss him, pressing your mouth to his mid-ramble about the dumbest thing, something about his game strategy or whatever nonsense he was so excited about. jake immediately shuts up, the words dying on his tongue as he melts into you, but holding you close like he’s scared you’ll pull away too soon. when you do, he blinks at you, lips pink and pouty. “do it again,” he mumbles, barely above a whisper, eyes flickering to your mouth with such softness it makes your knees weak. “please, baby…” he adds, voice a little whiny, already leaning in like he can’t stand another second apart. you laugh under your breath, but jake’s hands are already tugging you closer, holding you like you’re the only thing keeping him upright. god, he’s so easy to love.

PARK SUNGHOON

he’s still rambling —teasing you about how you can’t go five minutes without touching him — when you finally yank him down by the collar and kiss him hard enough to wipe that smug grin off his face. his hands immediately find your waist, warm and firm, pulling you closer like he’s been waiting for you to snap. sunghoon tastes like mint and trouble, and god, you melt when you feel him grin right into the kiss, so full of himself even now. “someone missed me, huh, baby?” he mutters against your lips, laughter humming in his throat. “not my fault you’re so kissable, baby,” you breathe, and he chuckles, all stupidly handsome and stupidly yours.

KIM SUNOO

you can’t help it — he’s been talking for five minutes straight, waving his hands, cheeks glowing pink as he lists reasons why you should let him pick the movie. you grab his face mid-sentence and kiss him, soft and quick, and for a second he freezes under your touch. then, like a machine rebooting, sunoo just keeps going, voice a little lighter, ears burning. “—and it’s not just because i think you’ll like it, baby, it’s genuinely a cinematic masterpiece,” he insists, as you laugh. “plus, i mean, you kissed me, that’s practically a contract. you trust me. you love me.” he grins like you hadn’t just stolen his breath away two seconds ago.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon’s mid-lecture about how you’re “so irresponsible, baby, you can’t just eat ice cream for dinner,” when you lean up and kiss him, catching him completely off guard. he goes stiff for half a second, lips warm against yours, before letting out a breathy little laugh, palms instinctively settling on your hips. “yah,” he huffs when you pull away, trying to sound stern, but the way his eyes crinkle at the corners completely betrays him. “you can’t just shut me up like that, pretty girl,” he says, voice all fond and playful, squeezing your sides and pulling you closer at the same time. you nuzzle into his chest, and he rests his chin on your head with a quiet sigh. “you’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbles, smiling so wide now it physically hurts him to pretend he’s still mad.

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki’s teasing you, poking your side, making dumb jokes just to hear you whine, when you finally grab his collar and kiss him. for a second he freezes and then he grins against your mouth, like you just handed him the best challenge of his life. “oh, so we’re doing this now, baby?” he murmurs, voice low and smug, before kissing you back even harder. “what’s wrong? can’t handle me?” he teases, peppering quick, annoying kisses all over your cheeks until you’re shoving at his chest, laughing breathlessly. “should’ve thought twice before starting something you can’t finish, pretty girl,” he says, arms trapping you easily against him like he’s never letting you go.

[dolcekissy]

disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes oral sex, and a lot of spit ;)

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you were bored ─ thumbs scrolling as you skipped through videos on tiktok. rafe invited you over just to chill in his bed and spend the night together, you loved spending time with rafe but you were fucking bored.

rafe laying down in his bed next to you, mindlessly scrolling through instagram ─ stopping to watch different reels and like pictures people posted. he stopped ─ his head snapping over to you and your phone when you gasped.

"oh my god! rafe look at this!" you shoved your phone in his face, showing him a video of a girl laughing with wide eyes ─ her mouth opened as saliva poured out of her mouth. "ew, what the fuck." he groaned out, his brows furrowing as he looked away.

"no way that shits real!" you laughed, clicking on the link to look at the little mints and reading the description. "we have to try these, that's so funny." you giggled, immediately adding it to your cart and purchasing it.

rafe scoffed and continued scrolling through his phone, "that shits not real ─ bet it's a scam or some shit."

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a few days passed and your package came in the mail, you excitedly opened it and texted rafe to pick you up. you were going to surprise him and try to get him to try them with you.

rafe had totally forgotten about them, so when you pulled out a little bright package he furrowed his brows at you ─ asking you what that is.

"it's those mint tablet things i showed you ─ the ones that make you drool a lot, told you we were trying them." you giggle, opening the package and popping one in your mouth.

"you've gotta be kidding me." rafe scoffed, he looked at the little package and read the strength ─ not even a minute later you're opening the car door and laughing as saliva starts dripping down your chin and onto the ground.

"rafe! oh my god look!" you step out of his car, holding your hair back with your hands as your mouth drips and pours. rafe shakes his head and gets out of the car, walking over to you as you look up at him with a laugh.

you stick your tongue out and watch your spit pour down onto the ground with wide eyes. his eyes widened and his dick is immediately hardening when your wide eyes meet his.

"how long does that last." he asked, trying to adjust his pants as you looked down at the ground glistening in your spit. you shrug with a laugh, "i dunno ─ they said people use this for cotton mouth but i bet people use it to suck dick."

he shook his head ─ watching you close your mouth for a moment before opening it again, spit pouring down your lips and chin. you look up at him with raised eyebrows, his eyebrows raising too as he waits for you to say something.

"wanna try it?"

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you're on your knees in the back of rafe's car ─ holding all the saliva that's been begging to come out as rafe eagerly pulls his sweatpants and underwear down. you quickly grab his cock with one hand and open your mouth, letting everything drip on him.

he groans at the feeling of your warm spit and the sight of you in front of him. his hands pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you wrap your lips around his cock ─ your dripping tongue twirling around his pink tip.

"shittt." he groans. you begin bopping your head on his cock, feeling your spit run down and your chin and drip onto the floor of his car. he grabs his phone sitting next to him, pulling the camera app up and turning the flash on while he records you.

your eyes meet the camera lens as you let his cock hit the back of your throat ─ his groans going straight to your needy pussy. after a few moments of literally slurping on his dick, he guides your head up and down his cock before pulling your head back.

"fuckkk, m'gonna cum ─ stick your tongue out, doll."

you stick your tongue out, letting the camera watch your saliva and his warm seed drip off your tongue and onto his cock ─ the seat below him glistening and his thick cock shining.

"mmm, 's your turn rafey." you lean over, grabbing the pack and popping one into his mouth ─ immediately switching positions with him and pulling your lace panties down, your ass laying flat against the puddle of spit as you wait for him to create an even bigger puddle while he drools over your sopping pussy.

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[visdollie]

☆ having fun without me?

sum: vi isnt happy when she sees you posing on your insta story with another girl at a party

cw: wlw, angry sex, overstim, fem!reader, dom!vi, clit rubbing (r!receiving), dirty talk, slapping, name calling (slut), not proofread

fucked.

fucked is what you were when you realized the time. after countless hours of heartfelt conversations and a plethora of shots, you had gotten so distracted at the party that you forgot to get home to vi on time.

10:00 pm was the time vi told you before your friend picked you up. it was fucking 2:31 am. you already knew how impatient she could be.

"aw, leaving so soon?" a girl you met at said party whined at you with a tilt to her head as she watched you rush to gather your belongings and text your friend a quick "meet me outside" in an obvious hurry. the same girl you decided to snap a cute 'harmless' selfie with and post to your story.

you dashed out the door, leaving her a quick "so sorry we'll meet again soon!" before rushing to the parking lot, searching for your friends car with a look of fear on your face.

"im fucked, im so fucked!" you yapped her ears off, just watching her roll her eyes and drive you home.

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shivers went down your spine as you steadily unlocked and opened your shared front door, avoiding making any noise in hopes that vi was just asleep, and would just penalize you in the morning.

you were practically on your tippy toes, but the creaky door did you no justice as it slipped out your grip and slammed closed.

"fuck." you whispered.

it was terrifyingly dark in your home. not a single peep or sound besides the loud ass air conditioner. you thought you were fine for the night, but no.. not until your girlfriend snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you back roughly as a yelp slipped from your lips.

"ah! vi.. you scared me." you giggled anxiously. vi could sense that you both knew the obvious issue which placed tension between the situation as she planted kisses across your collarbone.

"missed me?" she muttered on your warm, sticky skin in a malicious tone. you nodded your head, too nervous to say anything that could possibly anger her more.

she crept closer to your ear. "was having fun without me, yeah? takin pics with random girls, lettin them grab all on your ass? bet you had a great fucking time.. slut." she bit down on your neck, not hard enough to leave a scar, but harsh enough to taste the metallic flavor of your blood. you whimpered, loud.

"m sorry.. was jus having fun, n i didnt realize the tim-"

you yelped as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you down the so familiar hallway to your bedroom, muttering a rough "shut it. you saw this coming, baby."

the grip she had on your wrists tightened, her nails digging into your soft skin that made it obvious to you she was getting angrier by the second. was she angry because you got home late? or because of your oh so touchy friend? you assumed it was both.

all thoughts were snapped out of your head as she threw you on the silky, crepe pink sheets and immediately started attacking your neck with bites and bruises.

"mmh.." you whined pathetically, letting her take your brain over and dumb it down. her hand slid down your body, putting it up your skirt to rub at your clit at a rugged pace to make you more wet, as if you already werent.

your poor body struggled in determination to move away from her touch but her grip on your hips with her free hand kept you still. she lifted up from your collarbone, admiring the mess she made. "keep still, slut. shouldve been home on time, but was too busy out fuckin girls, yeah?" her pace on your clit grew faster.

"f-ffuhck.. was.. wasnt fuckin no one, vi! was jus havin fun.. d.. dont even know the girls name.. m sorry.." you babbled on and on hoping for some relief on your poor clit as she went faster each word you spoke. she had no plans of showing mercy, no way. she was way too pissed for that.

"yeah, right. she shouldnt have been touchin you like that, baby." a loud, harsh slap met your thigh, pulling a choked out moan from the back of your throat. "p-please!"

she felt you growing wetter through your panties, deciding to pause her steady motions to rip them off. she grinned at how wet you were. your pussy was glistening, practically reflecting off the ceiling light. you stuffed your face in your pillow in embarassment.

"so fuckin wet, its like you were waiting on this. prolly were, slut." she belittled you, listening to your whines of disagreement. her fingers rubbed up and down your cunt, lubricating them so she'd be able to fuck you senseless. sloppy noises of you pussy making her drip through her own underwear.

you keened at the feeling. "p-please.. fill me up vi! hurry.." vi let out a grunt of annoyance at your impatience. a rough SLAP at your pussy. yeah, that'll shut you up.

tears welled up in your eyes as you pressed your lips closed, a long whimper leaving them. "always so fucking noisy." your girlfriend quietly muttered before shoving two of her fingers deep in your cunt. "just wanna be stuffed full with my fingers, dont you baby?"

throwing your head back at the feeling, you nodded hastily. brain going dumb as she worked her digits in and out of you, thumb going at your clit. "tell me baby, did you do anything with that girl, hmm? why were you with her?" she spoke to you softly, as if she wasnt pissed a few seconds ago.

"w..was just a friend vi, promise! she.. haah.. means nothin to mme.. pleasepleaseplease.."

she snickered at your babbling, fucking you quicker as a reward of your honesty. you knew vi wasnt really worried about you leaving her. you adored her and she adored you on an unfathomable level, she just worried about your safety. (and had a big fear of other bitches growing crushes on you.)

"gon.. gonna cum.." you whined, legs trembling from how sore they were growing. vi felt you clenching around her rough fingers, thumb rubbing at your clit to loosen you up.

"cmon, baby. cum for me. let go all over my fingers.." her words made you sob out even more. you clawed at the sheets, cumming all over them with a long, drawn out wail.

she kept fucking her fingers into you, adding a third one. you started kicking your legs in overstimulation, whining for her to let up but she was relentless.

"tell me, baby. tell me who you belong to."

you doubted you could even speak properly due to the aggressive fingerfucking, but you made an attempt, tears dripping onto the sheets at this point. pathetic.

yet you tried anyway. "y..you vi.. belong to.. you.."

she faught back a laugh, removing her fingers from your cunt and planting a kiss to your forehead. you laid back onto the bed, immediately squeezing your thighs closed.

"you did so well, cupcake. but you arent going out for a while."

you frowned, rolling your eyes at her. secretly though, you didnt mind. if it means being able to spend more time with your girlfriend, you dont mind.

@ visdollie 2024

[cherry-hulu]

— NDA

Synopsis: Face planted in the sheets. Mingyu thrusting roughly behind you, constantly hitting that oh so sweet spot. Post concert depression who?

Warnings: Idol!KMG x Fem carat!reader, post concert sex, unprotected sex, underskirt, blow job, face, fucking, pet names (princess, baby, good girl), belly bulge, throat bulge, size kink, lmk if I missed anything

When a staff came up to you, pulling you to the corner and asking you about what you'd think about a special backstage meeting. You definitely did not thought that it would come to this. You didn't even expect to be invited. All you knew was that you and Mingyu have been meeting eyes all throughout the concert and that your tummy could definitely be mistaken for a butterfly conservatory with how wild it was in there.

And now it feels like your guts were being rearranged to accommodate Mingyu's size. Creating an indentation of his cock, carving his own— not so little— space within you.

It all happened so quickly. One moment he was pulling you aside and the second he was pushing you up against the door, body to body, skin to skin, having an aggressive make out session. Nothing about it was gentle. Eager masked by aggression motivated each movement done to each other.

You gasped as he kisses down your neck, down to your cleavage while sliding down the sleeves of your pretty blouse alongside your bra. With one hand, and lips attached to your skin, your mounds were exposed to him in no second. He'd done this a hundred times— more than enough to know that he doesn't have that much time.

So he rushes. Picking you up, your legs wrap around his waist in instict causing your clothed cunt to slightly rub on his abs causing both of you to moan.

Mingyu lays you down on the couch as he takes his shirt off before diving back into your chest. You moan as your hands touch all over him. Feeling his skin, his muscles, his biceps as he grinds on you. With your skirt lifted slightly up, his hard on slots perfectly between your clothed cunt causing both of you to moan during the kiss.

You palm him, holding his heavy cock in your hands before kneeling in front of him and pushing his pants and boxers down to reveal him. Standing proudly and sticking against his stomach, tip red and angry with sploches of pre-cum. With no hesitation you take him in, eyes keeping contact with his— just like how you were during the concert.

"Fuck. There you are again with those damn eyes." Mingyu mutters as he grabs the back of your head patting it down. "Such a good girl, getting on her knees for me without command. You really want me that bad huh? Enjoy me princess, not alot of people get this chance." As he watches you take his cock.

You do it slowly as to enjoy the moment and also because it would be impossible to take him in one go. And Mingyu was so obsessed with you. His hands wrapped around your throat feeling the bulge caused by him, small tears running down your eyes as you look up at him with doe eyes. "Fucking perfect."

Slowly you start to move, bobbing your head forwards and backwards. You had a slow pace, adjusting to his size careful on not going too hard incase you might choke. It didn't took long before Mingyu grabbed your head and started facefucking you instead.

Throwing his head back, your cunt throbbed even more, a visible and prominent wet patch on your panties as you saw him. The hand on your back, the weight of his cock in your mouth, his thrusting motions. It was all so hot.

He thinks the same as he looked back down at you, looking up at him with eyes big, mouth wide open stretched around his cock. "Shit baby you're so fucking hot." He mutters before pulling out. Cock immediately standing back up against his stomach. He was rock hard.

"Wan' more please.." You whimper straightening your posture as you look up at him more, pouting. "You'll get more princess don't worry, but right now I want nothing more than your pussy." He says as he lays you back down, bending your knees and lifting your skirt up slightly giving him a perfect view of your clothed cunt.

Due to the hot weather in South Korea, you opted to just wear panties out and decided to just be more careful with your movements. "What a slut, walking around with no safety shorts on? Jumping at my concert, while giving me those eyes? You were just waiting to be fucked weren't you?" Mingyu says as he pulls back the middle of your panties before letting it snap back and rubbing on the wet spot right after.

He lifts the panties off you immediately revealing your throbbing pretty pussy. "Pretty and pink, perfect princess." While rubbing your bud.

Coming near you, you spread your legs immediately accommodating his size. Mingyu slaps his fat cock on your pussy a couple of times, teasing the tip on your entrance before slowly pushing in.

It felt so surreal, he was stretching you so much. Immediately, your upper half lifted off the couch, mouth hanged wide open as he eases into you. His hand wraps around the whole circumference of your waist making him harder "So small baby."

Propping your legs on his shoulder after easing himself in. He started off slowly before gradually speeding up as be remembers the limited time. It didn't took long before the room was echoing with the sound of skin slapping and your load moans and whimpers that just gets Mingyu to fuck you harder each time.

"S.. S.. So.. B.. Big.. M.. M.. Min.. G.. Gyu," While he fucks you relentlessly. He rubs the bulge on your stomach as he chuckes lightly "Weren't you just talking relentlessly earlier? Where'd that go?"

He flips you around—penis still lodged in you—now face planted into the couch as he fucks and reached you deeper and harder. The furniture now moving inch by inch away from it's original position. His hand rests on your back, while his other hand lifts your skirt up and spanks your ass loving the way it turns red.

"I.. I'm cl.. close," You whimper. "Me too baby, me too." Mingyu responds as he fucks you harder than possible. A few more thrusts and you were creaming all over him creating a white ream in between your connection. One more hard thrust before he pulls out and cums all over your back, jacking off lightly to ride his high.

Resting his fat cock on atop of your but, he kisses your back lightly as he whispers you praises and affirmations. "Did so good baby, 'm so proud of you."

Mingyu turns your around and sees your fucked up state. Kissing your forehead, he spreads your legs around him once again startling you as your eyes open wide. He starts to go down your body as he looks up at you witha smug look on his face. "What? I'm just getting you your moneys worth."

[delilahsturniolo]

★ ˗ˏˋ MAKEOUT SESH WITH BEARD MATT ˎˊ˗

your lips harshly and desperately connect with matt’s, feeling his beard brush against your face as you grind against his thigh. his hands wander down to your hips, pulling you closer as he moans into the kiss. you can feel his hardness, and it only serves to fuel the fire burning inside you.

you break the kiss, panting heavily as you reach down between your legs. you start to rub your clit, feeling the heat build up inside you. his eyes follow your every move, filled with desire as he watches you get yourself off.

"please," you whisper, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "eat me out." his lips curl into a wicked smile. “mmm, not just yet..” he teases, eliciting a mix between a moan and annoyed sigh from you as you rubbed your clit faster.

matt grabbed your wrist, holding it behind your back, his other hand grabbing your hip, encouraging you to keep getting yourself off on his thigh. “come on. you want me to eat you out? then show me you deserve it,” he demanded.

you whined at the loss of contact from your own fingers, but desperately continued to roll your hips against his thigh, feeling the friction of your pussy against his denim jeans, which you were making a complete mess on with how wet you were. matt leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he tasted you, you titled your head, deepening the kiss further.

“shit,” matt threw his head back, his grip on your wrist tightening. and just as you were on the brink of an orgasm, matt suddenly picked you up, placing you down on his bed. “matt!” you whined, he simply just rolled his eyes. “patience, sweetheart.” he says, sliding his hands up your thighs to spread them wide.

you gasp as he licks the sweet, wet folds of your pussy, his beard scratching against your inner thighs. he laps at your clit, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. you cry out, arching your back as you reach for the edge of bliss.

"fuck, matt," you moan, losing yourself in the sensation. "so close." and with that, he dives in, swirling his tongue around your clit as he fingers you roughly. you scream his name, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

"yes, oh my god yes," you whisper, your voice hoarse. "such a good girl..you gon’ cum for me?” matt pulled away to say, his chin dripping with your wetness. you nod, coming undone immediately. matt licked every drop of cum from your pussy, looking up at you from his eyebrows as your cum dripped down his beard.

you smiled slightly. “never ever shave.” you joked. well…not really. matt laughed in exchange. “can’t make any promises.” he flipped you over, undoing his belt and zipping his jeans down. “you gonna take my cock now?” he said, kneeling behind you on the bed. you were in for a night of absolutely no sleep at all.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: no taglists rn because i’m also posting again later and i don’t wanna annoy people!! ☹️

[everlastingserenitys]

NEXT DOOR DISTRACTION

summ. your perverted next door neighbour who couldn't help but end up inside you one night

pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. perv!sylus, masturbation, sex, fingering, kissing, dry humping, dirty talk, needy!sylus. a/n hello trying tumblr! gonna post my series from ao3 on here haha... no specific order, going with what I like !!

cross-posted from ao3 ;3

Sylus knew he picked the right option, and he wasn't going to back away from it now.

Ever since you moved into the house next to his, he was immediately hooked. Well, the first thing that actually hooked him was your outfit. The way your tiny skirt raised up your body when you bent over, made his cock ache.

Or the way your breasts bounced in a rhythmic movement as you jog from the moving truck, back to your house. Oh how Sylus wanted to see more.

He did offer to help you, but you kindly rejected him, and for some reason, that just made Sylus like you even more.

He was so dazed by you, he believed love at first sight was a thing. And he was going to try everything to win you over, to his bed.

Sylus started to workout outside more often. Usually, every morning he would notice you sitting on your porch and relax in your seat as you watched the view ahead of you, so he took those opportunities to at least try to impress you.

It worked, a little bit.

He would specifically stand somewhere in your sight of view and start his workout, he snuck quick glances at you and noticed your eyes glance away every time he looked at you. On some mornings, you both would have the smallest conversations. And all of them went out as expected.

“Morning.”

“Good morning.”

That was it.

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But this morning was different.

“Morning” Sylus’ voice echoed through the quiet, bright neighbourhood as he started on his workout.

“Good morning.”

Sylus paused his movements and turned his body towards where you were sitting. He took off his gloves and stepped towards you. “You know, I was thinking…”

“Hm?”

“Spar with me. The invisible man is doing me no good. But don’t worry, I won't go too hard on you.” Sylus directed the large gloves towards you and waited for you to take them.

“Are you sure? Don't you think it's a bit early in the morning for this?” you chuckle awkwardly, instinctively taking the gloves from his hand and getting up from your seat. Sylus chuckled in response and dragged you to the pavement in the front of your house.

“If you don’t like it we could just stop after a bit.”

You shook your head and got ready in position, “let’s start.”

“Let’s do it, sweetie.”

Sylus got in position and mockingly sent the first punch, his fist was flying towards your face at lightning speed, you ducked your head to dodge the attack, but before you could keep balance you stumbled on your feet and fell onto your ass.

A low whistle left his lips and he reached his hands towards you, to help you up.

Sylus’ eyes were everywhere but on yours. His ruby iris averted left and right as he helped you up. You didn't even notice it at all, but after you got up, you patted down your silky pajamas and glanced back up at Sylus, whose eyes were still on your chest. You cleared your throat and he shook his head, looking you in the eye.

You notice his body twitching slightly at the mere second the two of your eyes meet. Sylus shifted away from you and got ready in position. Confused, you just get ready and continue fighting him.

You were winning practically every round, and he totally lied about going easy on you. This man was difficult. But after memorizing his patterns and secret tricks with the little time fighting him, it was way too easy now.

You sent a punch in his direction but you didn’t notice his foot slip in between your legs, and in one step, you fell, again.

This time, on top of him.

You groaned as you felt Sylus’ fingers slip through your hair, he lifted your head from his chest and stared at you with a strained look. Sylus’ hips buck the slightest and that was when you felt his hard-on thrust against your lower abdomen.

You bit back a whine that was about to slip out of your lips and after an awkward second of silence, Sylus quietly apologized and lifted you off of his lap.

After that moment, Sylus immediately rushed back to his place, it wasn’t because he felt embarrassed that he made you fall or any of that, but it was because he felt like his cock was going to burst any second now.

“Shit…” he muttered, slipping his pants down and placing his large hand on his boner. He gave it a few rubs before tucking his hand under his boxers to pull out his searing, hard cock.

Sylus silently scolded himself as his thumb glided on his leaking tip, sending a spark of pleasure rushing through his body.

More fingers wrapped around his length, Sylus grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt and shoved it in his mouth as he stroked quick, intense movements. He closed his eyes and leaned back, thinking about what you looked like back there.

He moaned as he remembered the way your breasts bounced at every punch you sent him, or when you fell on your ass and a little moan slipped out of your lips.

Or when he dry humped you.

A loud groan escaped his lips, he didn't even notice he already came at that thought.

Sylus sighed and rested his head against the wall behind him, letting the shirt slip out of his mouth moments later.

He brought his fingers to his sight and stared at the white mixture coating his long fingers before he headed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

He should totally ask you to spar more often.

Several hours had now passed and Sylus was getting restless each hour. It was way too difficult to think of anything else to get you in his bed. He was contemplating on whether he should just barge in your house and fuck you right then and there but yet again, that would probably not be a good idea.

Sylus sighed and rested his head against the kitchen counter. Even thinking about you was getting him hard, he needed to see you again.

So Sylus got up from his seat and went to the window that was adjacent to your room.

Sylus’ perverted eyes peered through the blinds and he saw your curtains were wide open, and noticed you getting changed into a new outfit.

Great timing, Sylus.

As much as he knew this was wrong, his eyes couldn't help but stay locked on you. The way your fingers glided through the soft fabric bonding with your body, slowly removing them, it was as if you knew he was watching.

Sylus’ breath hitched and he tried to hold back, he was trying so, so hard.

You already had your shirt removed and it was now your pants left.

He peered the blinds wider and continued staring. He needed to see more, more, mo–

Sylus froze in his spot when he saw your eyes make eye contact with his, you couldn't see him, right?

Wrong.

-

You stared at your window, looking at the glowing red iris illuminating through the glass, it was painfully obvious he was staring at you the whole time.

And it got to the point you actually didn’t mind it.

After all the moments of him being a little creep, you kind of enjoyed it. The way he still acts flustered after accidentally making eye contact with you, or how he twitches at the feeling of your skin grazing his, it was obvious he needed more.

Sylus still had his eyes locked onto you, you knew he was waiting for you to take your pants off and he wasn't going to leave the window until you did. But instead of taking them off, you beckon a finger at him.

You had never seen him leave the window so fast.

Seconds later the doorbell rings and you quickly put on your shirt, heading downstairs to open the door.

You open the door and notice Sylus a little out of breath, his eyes stare up and down at your outfit before looking back up at your face.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll make it up to you if that's what you want sweetie.”

You hesitate for a second, intrigued, you agree.

“Fine.”

Sylus chuckled and stepped inside, his footsteps grew louder as he stepped towards you.

Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers glide against your jaw, he looked into your eyes, filled with desperation as he leaned in closer to you.

“May i?”

“Mmh”

He scoffed and captured your lips in an aggressive, needy kiss. Sylus’ tongue shoved into your mouth and tied his tongue with yours. Your tongues intertwined together as he pushed you closer to the stairs.

In a swift movement, he lifted you off of the ground with one arm and carried you up the stairs. While still having his tongue shoved deep into your mouth.

He eventually found the way to your room and he placed you on the bed before pulling away.

Sylus stares at you with a breathless look, he brought his fingers to the hem of your shirt and played with it while his chest heaved heavily.

He was already going insane and going slow was making it worse for him. Sylus slipped his fingers under your shirt, his cold fingers making contact with your warm skin, he needed more of this warmthness.

He removed your shirt and soon, your pants.

You were left completely bare and exposed underneath him. Sylus grinned at the sight, not in a creepy way, more like in a ‘I won’ kind of way. His eyes captured every curve and perfection of your body, and he was already addicted.

His fingers slid down your stomach and made their way to your soaking entrance. He rubbed small circles on your clit, making gasps and quiet moans escape out of your lips, he needed to hear more than that.

A finger slid in your dripping cunt and Sylus groaned as he pulled down his pants. His cock twitched at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers. He couldn't wait any longer, he pulled his fingers out, and aligned his tip with your dripping entrance.

“Ready?”

“mh–mhhh?!”

Sylus continued thrusting his length deep inside you, his fingers held onto your hips and he rocks himself back and forth, back and forth…

“You like that? Hm?”

“Yes! It's sooo good.. more please!”

“More? Shouldn’t I be asking that?”

Sylus’ rhythmic thrusts were interrupted with desire blinding his eyes, he didn't even care how quick he was going anymore. He grabbed onto your ankles and lifted your legs over his shoulders.

“You're squeezing me so tight..hah.. lift your hips for me, sweetie.”

You obey and a small praise escapes his lips, you moan in response and beg to release already.

“Already? Dirty girl.”

“S-says you!” you huff and thrust yourself deeper in him.

“You’re the one thrusting yourself in my cock, and I'm the dirty one?”

“I'm gonna cum..please” you gasp, shutting your eyes as you continue driving yourself in him, Sylus groaned in response as his grip tightened around you. With a breathless moan, you couldn't hold it in anymore, a stream of hot, wet cum pooled out of your hole as Sylus still had his cock buried into you.

But that didn't stop him from continuing. Sylus only pulled out for a second, just to watch the dirty mess you made, pour out of you and he eventually put his tip back against your drooling cunt.

A wave of pleasure spiked through you as Sylus’ cock slicked your cum in and out of you, making a huge mess on the bed.

“Ya hear that? You’re taking me in so good…mgh yes…”

“Sylus!”

“I’m here, keep calling my name, I'm close.” he moaned.

“Sylus! Sylus! Sy–”

With one final thrust a spike of pleasure washed through you as the warm white mixture spurted inside your body, you froze in shock and Sylus pulled out of you, plopping on top of you, absolutely breathless.

“Thank you, neighbour.” he chuckled against your neck, planting small kisses along it. You sigh and ruffle his hair, attempting to get up but your legs were aching.

“You’re welcome, creep. Let's get cleaned up.”

“Mhmm”

part 2 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[alchemistc]

Based on my own post from earlier this evening because I can't stop thinking about it.

vanilla

He doesn't mean to see it. He swears. It's just - Tommy's laptop is right there and Buck's is all the way in the office and if he doesn't look up the lifespan of a Cecropia moth right now he's going to forget about it for a month only to remember in the middle of something vitally more important than watching Planet Earth reruns.

So he twists the thing around from its spot on the side table, boots it back up, types in Tommy's password (pA$$word3, because no one would ever guess that he'd be both so lazy and so creative in his laziness), and watches Firefox boot itself up. It's an older laptop, and Tommy doesn't take great care of it - case and point, he didn't even close out of his tabs, they're all still there, and - well. Shit.

That's the most ridiculous dildo he's ever seen.

Biggest, too.

Jesus.

Buck immediately forgets 100% of what he was doing.

And - and looking up Tommy's history is absolutely a line crossed - there's no reason for him to fucking spiral just because there's a bright purple dragon something on the screen with a base as wide as Buck's thigh. There's no reason why he should -

He clicks the search history and regrets it pretty immediately.

That kills two hours.

He has three more until Tommy's off shift, and now everything is worse. Because.

Okay so.

Like.

They have a pretty healthy sex life, Buck thinks. A year into Tommy and Buck Part Two and they still can't keep their hands off each other. And - so, like, sue him for preferring all the boring stuff he never really got to enjoy long term - the way he knows Tommy goes a little crazy when they're lying on their sides and Buck can just slip right in and press his lips to Tommy's shoulder, tuck his hand under Tommy's where he's got it on his chest, curl their fingers together and just breath into each thrust. Sue him for liking it when they're face to face and Tommy's looking up at him with the pads of his fingers tracing the shell of Buck's ear and he can see the love love love in his eyes, see the way his tongue curls out Buck's name like a prayer. Sue him for his fantasies always drifting to that sunny afternoon in their bed, Buck on his belly and Tommy everywhere around him, over him, inside of him, humming useless nothings into Buck's ear while the sweat from their skin eased the chafe of being pressed together from pelvis to collarbone.

Buck picks up his phone. Watches the familiar name ring out one, two, three - answered on the fourth ring.

"Am I not kinky enough, do you think?" Buck asks, and gets a drawn out moment of silence.

"Nope," Ravi says, and the call drops.

And who else is he gonna call, really? Hen and Chim? (Hard no, they nipped that in the bud back when Buck and Tommy were still in Part One) Maddie? Another line too far, but this one he doesn't feel like crossing today. Eddie? If he'd even pick up?

Buck dials out again.

Ravi picks up on the second ring. "Buck, I love you man, but I get a front row seat to your little love fest at least once a week, four hours a night. I am not equipped or willing to help you with your sex life."

Fair. That's fair. Boundaries are important. Ravi does an excellent job of setting his up and announcing where they are.

"It's just I found something in Tommy's browser that -."

"Absolutely not. I'll block your number for twenty-four hours."

"Right. Cool. Sure thing." Buck breathes.

"Talk to Tommy, if you're freaking out about it." Ravi caves, just a bit. "Every time. I say this every time, and it always works, doesn't it?"

True. On both accounts. When did Ravi become his go to guy?

(When he started picking up the phone whenever Buck called. When he came to Buck with his own shit and didn't apologize for it.)

"Yeah. You're right. I'm gonna talk to him."

"We're still on for Friday, right?"

Buck has to search his memory to figure out what he's referencing. Tommy's taking Ravi to the farmers market over in Venice Beach that Buck refuses to go to on principle because Sherri's Treats aren't even homemade. She gets the baked goods from Costco and decorates them with store brand icing.

"Talk to Tommy," Buck throws back, just to be a brat, and Ravi sighs.

"Touche."

He's still freaking out when the call ends three minutes later, and he doesn't want to have to pull this trigger.

Except. Like. It's still there. Right on Tommy's screen. Watching him.

The phone rings six times.

He's contemplating how ridiculous it is to leave a voicemail when Lucy answers with a groggy "'lo?"

"Am I not kinky enough?" Buck asks, and gets the start of a cackle and then a long, slow pause.

She's gonna hang up on him. She's absolutely going to -

"It's ten-thirty in the morning on a Wednesday, Buckley."

And it sure is.

God, this would never have happened if he hadn't started an update on his phone mid-episode.

"Walk me through it," she continues, all business, all of a sudden, and so Buck tells her, grateful for her hums and uhuh's as she starts her day. Buck talks over the sound of her brushing her teeth, and pouring her coffee, and absolutely doesn't mention that he thinks she should probably have better sleeping patterns while he spirals about Tommy being unsatisfied with the sex they have.

"Gonna break bro code here a little to tell you you have literally nothing to worry about there. Seriously. You're getting gold stars every night, I promise you."

"He's been looking up gimp suits and gags, Lucy!"

She's quiet on the other end, for a moment.

Then she starts laughing.

Again.

Which is a great feeling for Buck. He loves it when Lucy laughs at him.

"Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry. Honey those aren't for you."

Well, now he's kinda mad at the implication that Tommy would -

"Not for Tommy, either," she interrupts, like she knows where that spiral leads. "I forgot what time of year it was. This is new for you."

"What's new for me?"

He can picture the sly grin on her face as she pours something into a bowl - milk maybe. Then cereal.

God, what a psycho.

"Tommy and an army buddy of his have had this escalating prank war going on for like...seven, eight years? I don't know, I wasn't here at the start of it, but I guess it started as the most heterosexual man you've ever met trying to be a good ally to his newly out buddy and sending a set of butt plugs to the only address of Tommy's he had available."

Weird. But not the weirdest thing he's ever heard. "Which was?"

"Oh, Harbor. Yeah. Got it his first week there. So now every year on the anniversary they try to send each other shit at work that should technically be grounds for a sexual harassment claim from their coworkers. Last year Tommy got a fully custom furry suit. Dude probably dropped thirty grand on that thing."

He shouldn't ask. He definitely shouldn't -

"It was a horse. Because of his big fat -."

"I get the picture, thanks."

"So yeah. It's coming up on time for them to push a boundary a little too far and actually have someone complain about it, this time. They won't stop until one of them gets a write up."

It's kinda funny. Kinda sweet, too, in that really weird way military men are with each other. Irrationally, Buck kinda wants to slew foot the guy for being an unintentionally massive flirt.

Straight dudes are the literal worst at allyship, in the weirdest ways possible.

"He's out of state, so don't go getting territorial, Buckley."

Never gonna live that down.

"But seriously though? Back to the original point. Which is you freaking out that Tommy is unsatisfied in your sex life. Number one: talk to him. You guys are the actual worst. Always gotta have a second opinion before you bite the bullet and do the normal thing. Number two: I know too much. And I know you have nothing to worry about. Number three: when he gets home I want you to record his reaction when you turn the laptop screen on him like a spurned wife and send it to me. I'm having a bad day. I could use the entertainment."

"You just woke up."

"And had to talk an old coworker down from a ledge about how satisfying his sex life is with a current coworker. Bareback, no lube, just wake up and go."

"I think this also counts as sexual harassment."

"You started this conversation with 'am I kinky enough' so I'm not super concerned."

By the time he gets off the phone with Lucy he's very firmly on solid ground. And also wondering exactly how much Tommy actually talks about their sex life when he's not around. Tommy keeps things pretty close to the vest. He can't imagine he's going around bragging about that time he started crying when Buck hit his prostate right as he licked into his mouth and slid a hand up his arm to link their fingers together.

Maybe in less detail.

Something about seeing God, maybe. That seems more like his style.

---

Tommy has a routine, when he gets home from work. Keys hung up, jacket on the coat rack, duffle tucked into one of the cubbies of his makeshift mud room. Shoes under the bench, two minutes of head scritches for Goose as she meows her way down the hall to greet the only man she'll ever love.

(Buck's super cool about the fact that Tommy's breakup cat hates him. Totally chill.)

When Goose has had her fill and darted off to go bounce off the walls of the office, Tommy likes to amble in to whatever room Buck is in and drape himself across Buck's back for a moment, mouth pressed to the knob of Buck's spine, hands roaming for a moment before he manages a greeting.

He's making risotto for dinner when he hears the lock click in the front door.

He's ignoring Lucy's text reminding him to get a reaction shot.

He listens to Tommy talk back to Goose like he understands every "mrow" listens for the shuffle of socked feet down the hall, listens to him pad across the kitchen tiles, braces himself for the dead weight of Tommy against his back.

Tommy's got a hand halfway up his shirt when he mumbles into Buck's ear. "So I hear we have something to talk about."

"Ravi snitched."

"Ravi still thinks I'm the sensible one, of the two of us."

Buck snorts. Tips his head back against Tommy's shoulder and basks in the moment while Tommy buries his nose behind Buck's ear.

"Before I say anything else, I know you said I can use your laptop whenever I want but you should know I definitely snooped where I shouldn't and jumped to some wild conclusions. Which Lucy has already cleared up on your behalf, because apparently we're both too chicken shit to have a conversation without using a lifeline."

Tommy stills. "I didn't close out my browser session last time, did I?"

"You did not."

"And Lucy told you about the horse costume Dom sent me last year."

"She sure did. She very specifically called it a furry suit, though."

Tommy blows out an exasperated breath against his neck. "And you were freaking out because...?"

"I thought maybe you were bored with the sex we have."

That gets Tommy going. He pulls free just to get enough leverage to spin Buck to face him, hands on his hips and eyes catching Buck's like if he doesn't see Buck's eyes in the next five seconds he'll do something crazy, and Buck doesn't really know how he got so lucky but he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if it's a furry.

"Evan. Please understand when I say this I'm not exaggerating. Our sex is life altering. I want to have slow, quiet, vanilla sex with you until the day I die."

"Which won't be for like another fifty years."

Tommy hums. "I'm gonna be popping Blue Chew when I'm ninety-five and have two bum hips."

"Oh, so I have to do all the work?"

"Why do you think I dated younger?"

Buck has to kiss him about it. And then he has to pull back and duck his head to remind Tommy of the part he blazed right past. "Full disclosure, when I said I snooped I meant I went into your search history."

Tommy's chuckle shakes them both. "I figured. You go back far enough to find the single porn link in amidst all the shitty plastic used actuators for sale on eBay?"

"I'm not a masochist, Tommy." Figures he'd get so frustrated looking for a part to fix the rattling in the Jeeps dash he'd want to rub one out. Usually takes him more than a single video, though. Probably he'd decided he'd feel too guilty to actually get off until he had the part ordered.

Tommy shifts his weight a bit. Wedges a knee in between Buck's legs. His eyes get that sparkle to them that means he finds Buck to be an adorable menace. "How married to the risotto are you?" he asks, hands shifting from Buck's hips to behind his thighs.

"Not - not terribly." It had been a distraction from thinking about Tommy's army buddy, mostly. The recipe still isn't perfected and even though Tommy's complimented it every time, Buck can tell it's missing something and Tommy is just letting him figure it out on his own.

"Maybe we could order in and I can show you how satisfied I am with your service."

"We - that's definitely an option. On the table."

"How about this very sturdy counter, instead?"

They haven't done it somewhere not-the-bed in months.

Their knees aren't gonna thank them for it.

Buck has to attempt to ignore Tommy mouthing at his neck to remember if there are enough ice packs in the freezer for the both of them, right now.

"Yeah - yep, let's do that instead."

Tommy gets both hands under his ass and lifts.

He doesn't quite swoon over the move, anymore, but it still makes him more than a little giddy.

"Wait, did you decide on the dildo over the gimp suit, because if you're escalating at the same rate as your friend I think -."

"Can we talk about Dom after I get my satisfaction scores in, please?"

"Shutting up now."

"I don't believe that for a second," Tommy says, and then shuts him up with his mouth anyway, just for good measure.

[jsbluu]

just the tip? | r.hirota

➨ pairing: maki x fem!reader

➨ genre: smut

➨ word count: 1.1k

➨ warnings: none other than him and reader being FREAKS

➨ a/n: writing for maki again.. was gonna post this tomorrow but i Had to get this out. also pierced myself again hehe 「(°ヘ°) pt.2 perhaps..

you should’ve known it would come to this. maki had been staring at you all night like he was ready to devour you (spoiled: he was!). it started with an innocent kiss, but of course that’s never enough for him. he picked you up like you weighed nothing, plotting you right on his lap, and kissed you til your lips were pink and swollen.

then it turned to him grinding his hips up against yours, his hands gripping your waist like you were about to run away from him. you could feel his member twitching through his jeans everytime you’d press yourself a little too hard against him, and it only made you want him more.

that’s when you really feel him, really feel him. and he’s big. bigger than expected.. and that’s because you already knew the rest of him was huge. his height, his hands, his shoulders. but this.. this was different.

“maki..” you whisper, pulling back just enough to look at him.

his hands slide under your shirt and up your bare back, his eyes dark, basically pleading.

“we can stop.” he says, his voice a little raspy. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

you nod, trying to breath, but you’re completely soaked. you’ve never needed him this badly, and if you don’t get fucked within the next 5 minutes you’re going to lose your mind.

you shift your hips a bit and he groans, his eye rolling back and his head falling against the couch,

“.. what if” he almost pants, looking up at you through half lidded eyes, his voice cracking, “just the tip?”

he’s so desperate, you could almost moan at the sight. his glossy eyes and pink cheeks, completely fucked out expression and you haven’t done anything father than kissing him. he’s cooked.

you nod before he can think, and he curses under his breath when he realizes what’s about to happen.

“just the tip.” he promises again, almost like he’s trying to convince himself. (he’s lying)

he pulls you off his lap and effortlessly lays you down on his bed, your body trembling with need.

you watch as he slips his shirt off, his completely toned chest has the slightest layer of sweat and you wanna lick it off. he smiles when he sees you watching him, and he wants to say something cocky so bad but it’s hard to think when he has the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen underneath him.

“can i?” he asks softly, the sincerity in his voice making your heart pound against your chest.

you nod and his hands slip your shirt off, leaving you in just your pretty lace bra you wore especially for him. he bites his bottom lip softly, like he’s holding himself back.

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers as he leans down and trails kisses from the middle of your chest down to your navel. he looks up at you, silently asking permission once again. you give him the green light and he unties your sweatpants, slipping them off your legs. you both giggle at how much he’s struggling to pull them off, like he can’t wait any longer. he really can’t.

he lets out a groan when he sees your matching panties, makes him think, was she planning for this to happen? but he could care less about that right now, he just wanted you.

he quickly sits up and takes off his sweatpants and boxers, leaving him completely bare in front of you. your eyes widen when you see how truly big he is, his tip already leaking with precum, and you have no idea how that’s gonna fit in you.

you don’t even have to say anytime before hips lips are back on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he’s trying to take over you. his hands invade all over your body, trailing down to your soaked panties and cupping you in just the right places. you let out a soft moan against his lips and it immediately goes to his cock, twitching against his thigh.

“ready for more..?” he whispers, one of his hands sliding down to stroke himself, his precum dripping down his hands at this point.

you nod, unable to form words. all you can do is feel.

he teases your entrance with his cock, rubbing his tip against the lacy fabric of your panties. the feeling of the lace against his already sensitive tip makes him go insane, he could cum right there if he wanted to, but he couldn’t. he needed to be in you.

he teases you a few seconds longer before moving your panties to the side, moaning at the sight when he finally sees you in full.

“so wet for me” he mumbles under his breath, his finger swiped against you and he brings it up to his lips, popping it into his mouth. you’d usually be embarrassed by this and want to hide, but you’re way too turned on to care.

he rubs your entrance with his tip, his breath becoming shakier as it slides just past your folds. the pressure builds and builds as he slides into you, watching your face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

you gasp, trying to hold still, but your body betrays you and your hips involuntarily buck up, wanting more.

“f-fuck, don’t move” he says desperately, doing everything he can to not push himself fully into you and fuck you til you forget your name.

even with just the tip you feel so full, you can’t imagine how it would feel if he was fully inside you right now. but you know it’s not the right time, and this would have to suffice.

maki curses under his breath, barely breathing and gripping your waist like he’s afraid to move.

“shit.. fuck you’re so tight” he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sucking in air through his teeth. “don’t move.. don’t move yet please”

you nod helplessly, trying to adjust, but you’re clenching around him like a vice, beyond desperate for more. you instinctively shift your hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, and he accidentally slides into you another inch. the guttural whimper that rips from his throat nearly kills you.

“baby” he whispers, voice cracked and sounds like he’s on the verge of tears.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

you whimper, clenching around him again and your whole body filling with need.

“maki” you moan, your voice barely able to make out any legible sounds besides his name.

“fuck it.” he almost growls against your collarbone, and he’s thrusting up into you. he bottoms out into you, stretching you so full in a way you’d never imagine to be in your life. you cry out and claw at his back, completely overwhelmed by how good it feels.

it was definitely not just the tip anymore. not even close.

© jsbluu | please do not copy, reupload, or translate my work.

[sugary-strawberry-shortcake]

Blossom Reverse (Yandere Batfamily x Neglected! Poison Ivy's Daughter! Reader)

Chapter 5

A/N: oki here we get to know more about my boy Tim!! and quite a lot about Y/N's emotions. I'm going to start writing for other fandoms soon too!! and are any of you fellow lactose intolerant people and get the feeling when you consume too much dairy (ice cream in my case) and now you're regretting all of your life choices...

btw I tried to add everyone from my taglist post on the taglist, if you‘re still not on it then text me privately:)

There was too much to figure out.

And too little time.

YN sat on the floor of her room, knees tucked to her chest, her back pressed to the side of her bed. The faint hum of her phone charging on the desk, the scent of dying lavender in the corner, and the emptiness of the room made it feel like she was caged in glass.

Seven days.

That’s all she had.

One week before the landlord gave the apartment to someone else.

One week to fake a signature.

One week to secure enough money to hold the place.

One week to find freedom.

Or at least— survival.

⸻

Her heart was pounding in that quiet, pulsing way that made everything feel wrong. Her fingers wouldn’t stop picking at the threads of her sleeves. Her thoughts looped in circles.

She’d never done anything like this.

She didn’t lie.

She didn’t forge.

She got straight As. Smiled at teachers. Shared her notes. Brought cookies to class on test days.

She wasn’t supposed to know how to survive alone.

But she didn’t have a choice now.

Not after she knows what her fate will be in the future. Not after her brother‘s weird behavior and how she does not want to get even more hurt by them once again.

Her phone buzzed with a low battery warning. She glanced at it, then reached for the notebook on her desk. The one she used to plan out real things—school schedules, homework lists.

Now she flipped to a blank page.

And started writing:

✦ Money

• trust fund balance: ❌ (can’t touch it, Bruce sees it)

• Cash on hand: ~$400

• Part-time jobs? No ID

• Fake bank account?

✦ Signature

• Needs to look like a Italian parent

• Has to pass legally

• Needs someone good. Discreet. No questions.

She stared at the words for a long time.

Then, almost against her better judgment, she wrote down what she’d been avoiding:

One week or I lose the place.

Her stomach twisted.

But then—

A spark.

A memory.

She’d overheard some classmates once. Talking in the hallway. About a guy at school who could “fix grades,” “clear detentions,” even “make permission slips appear.”

Not a real criminal.

But the type of person who existed in the gray space.

She didn’t know his name.

But someone would.

_____

The next day, she was sitting with her school friends at the launch table. 

The courtyard buzzed with spring breeze and quiet laughter. YN’s friend group was circled under the trees as usual, books and bento boxes spread around them.

She smiled. Laughed. Ate half a sandwich.

And then, when the conversation shifted to something else—she leaned a little closer to the girl beside her.

“Hey,” she said softly. “Can I ask you something… a little weird?”

The girl blinked. “Sure?”

“I, um…” Y/N played with her straw. “I kind of need someone who can fake a signature. Just once. For something small.”

Immediately, three heads turned toward her.

“What?”

“You?”

“Why?!”

YN let out a soft, nervous laugh and waved her hands.

“No, no—it’s nothing bad, I swear. I just—my dad’s been super busy and stressed lately, and I didn’t want to bother him for something this small. But I need this form signed or I can’t submit my entry for a scholarship program. It’s silly.”

Her voice was light. Sweet. Convincing.

It always was.

They believed her.

Of course they did.

YN Wayne didn’t lie.

Didn’t cheat.

Didn’t need to fake anything.

⸻

One of the girls bit her lip. “I mean… there is someone.”

“Who?”

The group exchanged looks.

“He’s kind of… off-limits,” one of them whispered. “Not in a scary way, just… he’s not exactly PTA-approved.”

“People go to him when they want things handled,” another said.

“Things they don’t want teachers—or parents—to know.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Handled how?”

“Fake IDs. Signature work. Lab grade bumps. Stuff like that.”

She tried not to flinch.

“Do you know his name?”

A pause.

Then one of them finally leaned in and said it.

“His name’s Silas.”

She found him exactly where her friend said he’d be.

Back wall of the school, behind the arts building, where the vines were dry and the shadows hid the rusted fences. A place students weren’t supposed to linger—let alone the sweetheart of Gotham Academy.

He was sitting on a low concrete ledge, knees wide, blazer unbuttoned, a black pen flipping rhythmically between his fingers. The faint scent of cologne, cigarettes, and old ink hung in the air. He was an average tall teenage boy with dirty blonde hair and sharp facial features. His brown eyes showed a maturity above his age.

She stopped just short of the wall.

He looked up.

And blinked.

“…Huh.”

His voice wasn’t surprised exactly. Just curious. Dry. Like the universe had just dropped a snowflake into his cigarette ash.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Princess.”

Y/N clasped her hands in front of her.

Her uniform was perfect. White shirt tucked, skirt neat, hair braided into soft waves over her shoulder. Stockings uncreased. Shoes polished.

She looked like she belonged in a floral ad campaign, not standing in shadows near someone like him.

“I need a favor,” she said.

Silas raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought you were gonna report me for existing too close to the east wing.”

“I won’t ask questions,” she said calmly, “if you don’t.”

He leaned back on his palms.

“Now this,” he said, eyeing her with quiet amusement, “this is interesting.”

YN reached into her bag and pulled out the folded application form.

“I need a signature,” she said softly. “A parent one. For someone named Lucia Forenzi. Can you do it?”

Silas took the paper, flipping it once in his hand.

“Lucia Forenzi,” he repeated, smirking. “Let me guess. Italian ballet prodigy studying abroad?”

Something twisted in her throat.

She didn’t answer.

Just looked at him, wide-eyed and pleading.

He studied her.

She wasn’t shaking.

But her eyes were too still.

Too trained.

Too controlled.

It was the kind of look people had when they were lying about something they were terrified of anyone finding out.

“Right,” he muttered, sitting up straighter and pulling a different pen from his inner pocket. “No questions.”

He clicked the cap.

“Still gotta charge you, sweetheart.”

“Of course,” she said quietly. “How much?”

He looked her over, calculated something she wouldn’t understand.

“Sixty-five.”

Her brows lifted for a breath—but then she nodded, already reaching into her bag.

No hesitation.

No negotiation.

Definitely hiding something.

She passed him the cash folded neatly in an envelope.

“Neat,” he muttered, sliding it into his jacket. “Didn’t even crumple it.”

He bent over the paper and began working the signature with practiced, deliberate strokes—flourishes, pressure points, the little inconsistencies that made fakes real. He was good. Too good.

She watched silently.

When he finished, he blew lightly on the ink and handed the form back to her.

YN took it carefully. Slipped it into the protective folder in her bag.

Silas leaned back again, like the job meant nothing.

“You’re not built for this, you know,” he said lazily.

Her gaze flicked to him. “For what?”

“Lying.” He smirked. “You twitch every time you breathe wrong.”

She looked away. “I’m not lying.”

“Sure.”

She hesitated—then, voice lower:

“Do you know how to make money?”

He tilted his head.

“I mean… quickly,” she added. “A lot. Like… maybe a few thousand.”

That got his full attention.

His brows lifted.

Silas straightened slowly, eyes scanning her again, this time truly seeing the stress behind her face.

“You asking for you?” he asked.

She nodded.

Barely.

Silas looked at her longer than he should have.

Her question—so quiet, so sincere—echoed oddly in the air between them.

A few thousand dollars. Quickly.

Not pocket change. Not school lunch money.

Real money.

And from her.

He should’ve shrugged it off.

Should’ve handed her a few names, offered her options—favors-for-cash setups, under-the-table digital work, hush-hush favors for the rich kids who liked to get dirt without getting dirty.

He knew all those doors.

But he didn’t say a word about any of them.

Because she wasn’t the type of girl who knocked on those doors.

And he’d seen enough people walk through them and never come back out right.

⸻

“Why do you even need cash?” he asked, tapping the edge of the concrete beside him. “You’re Bruce Wayne’s daughter, aren’t you?”

Her eyes darted away.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t lie.

But the silence stretched.

Her shoulders were stiff. Her eyes fixed on the sidewalk. Her cheeks flushed pink—not the pretty kind, the embarrassed kind. Ashamed.

And in that moment, Silas actually pitied her.

Because she really didn’t belong here.

Not in his part of Gotham.

He watched her for another second, then exhaled slowly.

“You don’t want to do what it takes to make that kind of money,” he said flatly. “Trust me.”

She looked up at him again, startled.

“You’re not like the others who come to me,” he added. “They already made peace with the kind of things they’re willing to do. You? You’d cry if you saw how fast that road burns.”

Y/N’s mouth parted.

But she didn’t speak.

She just listened.

Silas reached back, adjusting the chain around his neck, then muttered, “I’m not gonna say anything about this. Don’t worry. But don’t come back here asking about that again.”

She blinked fast.

Then nodded.

And smiled—gently, sweetly, the kind of smile that shouldn’t belong on someone trying to break the law.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “Really. And… I hope you find your way, too. I think you could.”

Silas didn’t respond right away.

But he watched her walk away.

Watched her braid swaying behind her, her shoes clicking too neatly on cracked pavement.

She didn’t look back.

Unbeknownst to her, three boys down the alley had been watching.

One of them stepped forward the moment she was gone.

“Yo, that was her, right? The Wayne girl?”

"Did she just pay you for something?”

“What’d she want?”

Silas didn’t flinch.

Didn’t look up.

Didn’t answer.

He just lit a half-burnt cigarette and said flatly:

“She wanted nothing.”

______

The building still smelled like old cigarette smoke and forgotten furniture polish.

The same chipped door. Same crooked number on the outside.

Same old man behind the cluttered desk, now flipping through paperwork and scratching his balding head with a tired sigh.

When she stepped in, he barely glanced up.

Until he did.

And blinked.

“Oh. You again.”

She nodded. “I brought the signature.”

She walked across the dusty floor, careful not to make her footsteps too loud, and handed him the form tucked in its sleeve.

The man squinted at it, pulled on his reading glasses, and grumbled under his breath as he scanned it.

“Lucia Forenzi… yeah, this’ll work.” He leaned back, letting the form rest on top of a stack. “Now we just gotta finalize the rest once you get your deposit together.”

YN hesitated.

She folded her hands together. “Do you think I could ask… for one more week? For the deposit, I mean?”

He eyed her.

She wasn’t trembling. But her voice was gentle. Careful. Like she’d been rehearsing it in her head for hours.

He sighed again.

“Kid… I usually don’t let stuff slide like this.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just—my ID is still stuck in customs back in Milan. And my bank account—American one—isn’t ready yet. I’m trying to… get something together.”

He stared at her.

Young face. Braided hair. Nervous posture. Accent just strong enough to carry the lie.

If she’d been anyone else—he’d have told her to get lost.

But she looked like a girl completely alone.

And despite the fact that he spent half his pension at poker tables and owed a guy named Ray twenty bucks from last month’s betting pool…

He had a daughter once.

Long ago.

She never looked this scared.

“One more week,” he said finally. “That’s it. No more games.”

She smiled—grateful, glowing, almost guilty.

“Thank you. Really.”

He cleared his throat. “You said you don’t have cash yet, right?”

She nodded. “I… I was actually thinking of trying to get a job.”

“A job?” He barked a short laugh. “You got papers for that?”

“No,” she admitted, softly. “But I’m good with plants.”

He squinted again.

“Plants?”

“I grew up around a lot of gardens. I know how to take care of things. Keep them alive.”

He looked around his office.

Half-dead potted thing in the corner. Wilting ivy on the window ledge.

“Tell you what,” he muttered. “The building’s got some rooftop planters the old tenants abandoned. Overgrown with weeds now. You clean ’em out, replant something nice, keep it alive? I’ll knock a bit off your deposit. Even give you a little cash if you do a good job.”

YN’s eyes lit up.

“You’d let me?”

He waved a hand. “Not gonna stop someone from doing free labor. Especially if it means I don’t gotta call some overpriced nursery.”

She smiled—real this time.

And for a moment, she didn’t feel like she was running.

Just planting something new.

“Thank you,” she said again, shouldering her bag. “I’ll come back after school tomorrow. If that’s okay?”

“Door’ll be open.”

She nodded once.

Turned.

And left.

The air outside smelled like pavement and car exhaust and early spring.

She took the bus home.

One hand on her bag.

One hand curled quietly in her coat pocket.

___

Tim

The hum of cooling fans filled his room.

Screens glowed softly around him—multiple tabs open, city feeds on low volume, encrypted Wayne Enterprises backend files half-scrolled through. He didn’t really need to be there. Most of his work for the day had been finished hours ago.

But he was restless. Edgy.

Something was gnawing at the edge of his mind.

He didn’t know what.

That’s when he saw it.

An unlabeled USB left near the base of one of the older servers—something Alfred had probably pulled from the manor archives or the mainframe logs.

Tim plugged it in without much thought.

Inside: dozens of folders. Video files. Unmarked. Untouched.

Most were labeled by year.

He opened one at random.

Then stared.

The footage was grainy but clear.

A school auditorium.

A handmade banner above the stage: Gotham Academy Winter Performance.

Kids lined up in stiff uniforms and glittery costumes.

And there—center left, third row—YN.

Maybe six. Seven.

Singing. Slightly off-pitch, swaying back and forth like she’d practiced a hundred times.

In the bottom corner of the footage, he could hear the applause.

Not much of it.

Definitely no one from the family.

Tim frowned.

Why hadn’t he seen this before?

He clicked through another.

Grade 4 Science Fair. YN Wayne.

Her booth was filled with little potted flowers and soil diagrams. He saw her holding a laminated sheet, explaining something with shy excitement to a panel of judges.

And again—no one from their family there.

Not even Alfred.

⸻

Tim leaned back slowly.

And something in his chest twisted.

He hadn’t seen her in weeks—months even.

Not really.

She’d always just… been there.

Quiet. Predictable. Not part of the mission. Not part of the crime board, or the investigations, or the emergency Gotham alerts.

Just soft footsteps in the hallway. Soft baking smells from the kitchen.

A small knock on his door, back when she used to knock.

He remembered when he first arrived.

Jason had just died. Bruce was… hollowed out.

And Tim, desperate for validation, had stepped into Robin’s boots with too much weight and not enough air.

She was small back then. Four? Maybe five.

Always trailing behind Alfred with wide green eyes. Always hugging something—blanket, plush rabbit, her own braid.

She’d tried to talk to him.

At first, it was just questions.

“Do you know how to make things explode without hurting the garden?”

“Why do your hands always have ink on them?”

“Do you like stories about space?”

Tim had nodded politely. Answered once or twice.

But Bruce needed him.

Dick kept him moving.

There wasn’t time.

And when she tried harder—when she came into his workshop with sticky notes and clumsily drawn circuit boards, when she made him a chess board with mismatched floral pieces to match the ones in the cave—

He’d smiled.

“Thanks. Maybe later.”

Then closed the door.

Later, he said something to Dick.

He didn’t even remember what sparked it.

Just a comment about how she was “always hanging around,” how she was “cute, but a distraction.”

“She’s kind of a liability,” he’d said.

And behind him—

She had been standing in the doorway.

Chessboard in hand.

⸻

Y/N

She hadn’t cried.

Not then.

Just smiled and nodded and said it was okay.

But she never brought him another project again.

She still helped him, sometimes, when she thought he wouldn’t notice. Repaired a snapped wire. Left tea near his monitor. Cleaned up wires on the floor.

But she stopped knocking.

Stopped asking.

Stopped trying.

Because what was the point?

He didn’t want her.

None of them did.

⸻

Tim

Tim sat still, staring at the paused frame.

Her tiny hands. Her proud smile.

And not a single member of the family had shown up.

Not even once.

His gut twisted.

How had he missed her?

How had they all missed her?

He opened another folder.

And another.

And another.

And slowly, it stopped feeling like research.

And started feeling like regret.

He searched her full name on instinct.

He wasn’t expecting much—maybe a locked account, maybe nothing at all. 

But it popped up right away. She was not that secretive or paranoid to even have a private account. Not that that would have stopped him.

@y/n.wayne_loves_poppies

Gotham Academy | Greenheart Club 🌿 | 🧁 Sometimes I bake, sometimes I bloom 💚

Her profile picture was soft. Smiling. Just slightly blurred in that way that made it feel unfiltered, uncalculated.

It hit him harder than it should’ve.

She looked… older. Not by much. Just enough to make his stomach twist.

He hadn’t even known what her current face looked like.

She still had the same eyes. Same gentle expression.

Same softness. Same adorable delicateness. 

He opened her highlights.

“Flowers” was the first one.

Clips of blooming vines, petals unfolding in slow motion. Her fingers gently touching the edge of a stem.

“Baking” came next. A video of cupcakes she made for a class birthday. Another of heart-shaped sugar cookies dusted in gold powder. Kids laughing in the background. Her voice behind the camera, barely heard.

She’d tagged her friends. Liked their comments. Replied with hearts.

There were no comments from any of them.

None of her family.

Not one from him.

Tim swallowed.

He scrolled down to her posts. The oldest one still up was from two years ago. Her sitting in the greenhouse. A short caption:

“🌸 Sometimes things only grow when they’re ignored.”

He hadn’t seen it.

Didn’t even know she had an Instagram.

He clicked through dozens of pictures.

Birthday cupcakes she made herself.

Class awards she never mentioned.

Photos at the museum—her smiling with two friends in front of a lunar exhibit.

She liked astronomy.

He hadn’t known that.

She liked baking.

She liked poppies.

She watched weird indie romance films with sad endings.

He hadn’t known any of it.

Tim leaned back in his chair.

His throat was tight.

His chest was quiet—but hollow.

He had missed everything.

She had been right there.

For years.

And he’d let her walk past him like she was just background noise.

But not anymore.

He reached forward slowly. Hands steady. Mind turning.

I’ll fix it.

He could ask her to play chess.

Tell her about his newest case.

Ask her about her favorite constellations.

Share her posts. Leave comments. Make her feel like she mattered.

Like she existed.

It wouldn’t happen all at once. She wouldn’t trust him yet.

But that was okay.

He had time.

He’d be different now.

He’d be better.

        He’d be her brother. 

_____________

Y/N

The familiar scent of lemon polish and old books greeted her as she stepped through the manor’s doors.

Alfred was in the hallway, arranging a vase of cut lilies—probably delivered by a vendor she’d never met, for a dinner party she’d never be invited to.

He turned when he heard her.

“Miss YN,” he said, surprised. “You’re home early.”

She gave him her usual small, polite smile. “I didn’t feel well. Just a stomach ache.”

He didn’t respond right away. His eyes stayed on her face longer than usual.

Searching.

Reading.

He’d always been the only one who looked.

But even now, his gaze held something else—worry.

She shifted under it.

He finally nodded.

“I’ll bring you some tea. Chamomile?”

She nodded quickly. “That would be perfect, Alfred. Thank you.”

⸻

She walked up the stairs without another word.

Every step felt heavier.

Her bag weighed more now—holding the fake signature, the crumpled plan, the reality of how little time she had left before she needed to vanish.

When she stepped into her room, she took a moment.

Let the door close behind her.

Then just stood there.

It used to be pink.

Green lace trim.

Fairy lights.

Stuffed animals in the corner.

After she came back—after she knew what was coming—it all went away.

She changed the curtains to gray. Folded the soft blankets into storage boxes. Swapped her old bedspread for something plain, something neutral.

Something invisible.

Because that’s what they wanted from her, wasn’t it?

Not sweetness.

Not softness.

Not the girl who drew them family portraits and wrote their names in glitter pens.

They wanted quiet.

So she became quiet.

She sat at her desk and slowly unpacked her notebook.

To-do lists. Rent deadlines. Sketches of job plans. A fake identity plan she knew would fall apart in front of any real system—but she had to try anyway.

She stared at it blankly, trying to remember which lie came next.

And that’s when the knock came.

It was soft.

Two short taps.

She blinked.

“Alfred?” she called, gently.

She opened the door—

And stopped.

Her fingers froze around the knob.

Because it wasn’t Alfred.

It was Tim.

⸻

He stood in the hallway, backlit by the glow of the antique sconces, hands shoved into his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them.

His hair was slightly messy—like he’d run his fingers through it too many times. His posture unsure. His eyes… searching.

And behind all that awkwardness—there was a smile.

Forced.

“Hey,” he said, voice quiet. “Didn’t know you were home early.”

She stared at him.

He was tall. Way taller now. Broader than she remembered. Dressed in one of his clean-casual post-Enterprise outfits, too neat to be an accident.

And she felt tiny.

Small. Frail.

Forgettable.

Her doe eyes flicked up to meet his for a second.

Then away.

She stiffened without meaning to.

Her voice came out softer than she intended.

“…Hi.”

Tim’s gaze drifted over her head, into her room, and lingered.

His brows pulled together slightly.

He wasn’t trying to be obvious, but he couldn’t help it.

The room was… muted.

Clean, neat, and stripped bare of her.

No soft colors. No floral bedspread. No paper flowers, no paintings on the walls. The only thing alive was the half-drained diffuser on her desk and a dying succulent on the windowsill.

It didn’t match what he’d seen online.

Not the photos. Not the tone of her captions. Not the girl who made cupcakes in cat-shaped molds and cut strawberries into hearts for her friends.

The Y/N on Instagram smiled in pink and baked things for people who didn’t deserve it.

This one?

This one was standing in a doorway, blinking up at him like he was a ghost.

Tim pulled his eyes back to her and offered a slightly nervous smile.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

She didn’t say anything.

He scratched the back of his neck and stepped back, giving her space.

“I, uh… I realized I hadn’t talked to you in a while. Just wanted to check in.”

Still no response.

So he tried again.

“School going okay?”

Her fingers curled slightly around the doorframe.

She gave a small nod. “Yeah.”

A beat of silence.

He tried not to fidget.

“And… you’re feeling alright? I heard you left school early today.”

Her eyes widened—just for a second. A flash of instinctive fear.

Then she quickly covered it with a half-smile. “Just a headache. I’m okay now.”

But her voice was tight. Careful.

Like she wasn’t sure what game he was playing.

Tim could feel the wall between them.

He hated it.

But he also knew he’d helped build it.

He cleared his throat.

“Cool. That’s good. Uh… I was thinking maybe sometime—if you want—we could play chess again? I still have that old board. The one you made when you were little.”

He smiled at the memory.

She didn’t.

Her lips parted slightly.

Her eyes dropped.

And then—quiet, confused, almost painful:

“…Why are you here?”

Not angry.

Just… asking.

Like it didn’t make sense to her that he’d show up at all.

Because it didn’t.

Not in her first life.

Not in the years where she had knocked on his door a hundred times and only ever heard “I’m busy.”

Tim blinked.

And for the first time, his smile dropped entirely.

He looked at her.

Really looked at her.

And all the data in the world couldn’t tell him why the question hurt so much more than he thought it would.

Tim’s awkward smile didn’t quite match his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging, scratching the back of his neck. “I just—y’know. Miss my baby sister, I guess.”

It didn’t sound right in her ears.

Not with the years of silence still echoing in her memory.

Not when she remembered standing outside his door for hours, holding something she’d made for him—only to be brushed off again and again.

But now he was here. Smiling.

Like it hadn’t all happened.

Like none of it mattered.

He stood for a second longer, maybe expecting her to say something.

She didn’t.

So he nodded toward her desk. “Need help with schoolwork?”

“No, thank you,” she said quickly. “It’s… a group project. I have to call Maya soon.”

That name again. The lie she’d built to protect her escape.

Tim nodded. “Got it. Well… I’ll let you get back to it then.”

She gave a small nod. “Okay.”

He hesitated.

Like he wanted to say something else.

Then didn’t.

He stepped back and left.

She closed the door behind him slowly.

Then locked it.

And exhaled.

⸻

The light outside was dimming into gold.

She sat cross-legged on her floor, her notebook open, sketches of furniture and ornaments she’d seen lying unused around the mansion: antique vases, decorative trays, crystal bookends—small enough to pack into a backpack, valuable enough to sell at any downtown collector’s shop.

She hated it.

She hated the idea of stealing.

But this wasn’t theft—it was a last resort.

And she was careful.

Nothing from the family’s main rooms.

Nothing with names etched into them.

Nothing anyone would miss.

They already forgot her birthday every year.

Already forgot her when she left the table.

This wasn’t new. They were good at not missing lost things.

In the back of her notebook, she was already drafting the lie she’d tell her friends:

Mom is an Italian businesswoman. Wants me back home to get more familiar with my roots.

No forwarding address. Just a long goodbye.

Her fingers trembled a little as she wrote.

But her voice in her head was calm.

You can do this. Just make it through one more week.

That’s when the knock came.

Sharp. Heavy.

Not gentle like Alfred.

Not hesitant like Tim.

Her heart froze.

She scrambled, grabbing her notebook, papers, burner phone, shoving them under the blanket and pulling it flat with both hands.

She stood up, forcing her face into something neutral—her eyes wide, breath tight.

And then she opened the door.

He stood there like a statue.

Tall. Broad. Impossibly built.

Bruce Wayne.

Her father.

Dark suit, no tie. Shirt collar open. Shoulders squared, posture perfectly relaxed—yet utterly intimidating. Shadowed jaw, sharp cheekbones, tired, steely eyes. His presence filled the doorway like a wall.

And her body forgot how to breathe.

He had never stood there before.

Not since she was three years old and Alfred had shown her the room.

Never once.

And now?

Now he looked at her like he was searching for something he’d misplaced.

She stared up at him.

Small. Still. Shaking without showing it.

Bruce

It had been a week since Alfred brought it up.

A full week since that quiet, direct conversation—the kind Alfred rarely initiated unless he knew something was slipping too far.

“She’s asked for money, Master Bruce. Not out of greed. Out of fear.”

Bruce had nodded, said he’d look into it.

And then he hadn’t.

Not because he didn’t care.

But because some part of him had locked the thought away. Too proud to admit what it really meant.

Too afraid to admit that somewhere along the way—he’d forgotten her face.

Until now.

He walked through the upper hallway slowly, unfamiliar with this wing despite technically owning it. The shadows here were deeper. The air, stiller. This part of the manor was quiet in a way none of the other children’s corridors were.

And when he reached the end of the hall and saw her name—engraved gently on the door, the paint fading—his chest clenched.

Why was she this far away?

From everyone?

From him?

He made a decision right then.

She’d be moved.

Her room was too far.

Too far from him.

That would change.

He lifted a hand and knocked twice.

Sharp. Measured.

And the door opened.

⸻

Y/N

She looked up at him, and the breath stalled in his lungs.

She was…

Still small.

Still delicate.

Still had those wide, soft doe eyes he remembered vaguely from the time Alfred had first placed her in his arms. Her hair a little longer now. Her expression tighter. Guarded.

But the girl who had once followed him with awe and silent hopes was standing there, now looking at him like—

She didn’t know who he was.

Or maybe, like she remembered too well.

⸻

Bruce

Bruce’s voice didn’t crack, but it softened more than he expected.

“…Hi, little leaf.”

It was a name he’d never said before.

A nickname he’d never used.

Not even when she was a toddler.

But it came to him then—natural, instinctive, like something that had always waited behind his tongue.

“Little leaf.”

Because she was so small.

So quiet.

So easy to miss in the wind.

He glanced over her head with ease—she didn’t even came past his chest.

His eyes swept her room.

Muted.

Cold.

Devoid of life.

Nothing on the walls. No bright colors. No scattered crafts. No signs of who she was—just a blanket on the bed covering something, maybe books.

It looked less like a home.

More like a holding space.

Something in him twisted sharply.

⸻

Y/N

What. The. Hell.

Her thoughts were loud.

Exploding behind her face as she tried to keep her features neutral.

First Dick and Damian

Then Tim.

Now him.

Bruce Wayne.

Her father—in name and blood only—who hadn’t stepped into her room since she was two years old.

He looked… the same. Towering. Dark. Dressed in one of his half-armored casuals, broad enough to block the entire hallway behind him.

His voice had been low. Calm.

Little leaf.

She nearly recoiled.

He’d never called her anything before. No pet names. No warm nicknames. He barely called her by her name at all.

So why now?

She stared up at him, stunned, her hand still gripping the doorframe. Her pulse thundered in her ears.

Her thoughts twisted violently in her head.

Why is he here? Why is he suddenly pretending like I exist? What is wrong with them?

Is this some game?

Is this part of whatever’s going on with Tim and Dick? Did something happen?

Did someone tell them to prank me now?

Her fingers curled tighter.

She wanted to scream.

To ask what the hell do you want?

But she couldn’t.

Because he was Bruce Wayne.

Because she was YN Wayne.

Because her entire plan depended on no one noticing her.

And now—suddenly—everyone was.

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[illbegottenfaith]

the one where theo keeps trying to kiss you

a/n - just a short drabble based on this post! i LOVE a red lip so so much it idk if it has to do with me being a swiftie from a very young age but it is my fav thing ever it is SO tragic that it ages me too much for me to wear it regularly (i did wear it for the eras tour tho heheh)

tropes/warnings - fluff fluff fluff, established relationship, eepy reader, theo beefing with a cat

word count - 673

taglist - @kandralice @justme989898 @iamheretoread1234 @allie-sturns @hzdhrtss @friedfreyfries @bushnellswife @rose-of-the-grave @thaliashifts @pariahsparadise @babene-e @fratbrochrisgf @user089167

“What?”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not the one who did that to you.”

The cat continued looking up at Theo accusatorially, her typically pure white fur now dotted with messy smudges of red lipstick. The two of them were standing in the dim corridor of your home, Theo having just arrived home from work, the cat having just escaped your overly loving and stifling embrace. Theo put his keys down on a table and sighed.

"Come on."

Seraphina yowled pitifully as Theo scooped her up and walked towards the bedroom, whose golden light was spilling into the corridor through the door cracked open. Theo walked in and deposited her onto your lap. He leaned in for a kiss, but your high-pitched cooing and babying had once again resumed. He watched, mildly amused.

"Had a good time, I take it?"

Regretfully, you pulled away from Seraphina. You were in bed, still in the dress you wore for your night out with your friends. From what Theo could tell, most of your makeup had been washed off, save for the bold red lipstick smudged on your mouth. You grinned, still lightly flushed from the alcohol. "The best." You absentmindedly scratched Seraphina's chin, who was starting to look much more content settled on your lap. "How was work?"

Theo sat at the edge of the bed, tugging at his shoelaces. "Alright. Long." He pulled off a shoe. "At least it's over."

"Aw. How long has it been since I've given you a kiss?"

Theo bit back a smile as he pulled his other shoe off. "Well, it's been a while, b - and you're talking to the cat. Of course you're talking to the cat. Why did I think you weren't talking to the cat?"

"Hm?" You looked up cluelessly from the fresh kiss you had just placed on a mildly squirmy Seraphina. Despite himself, Theo's irritation softened at the sight.

"Nothing." He leaned in for a kiss again, but you were too busy holding Seraphina up to notice, placing chaste kisses all over her face. Theo rolled his eyes and stood, changing out of his work clothes. By the time he returned, you were already half-asleep, eyes lidded as you dozed. He tapped your face. You stirred briefly, sluggishly batting his hand away.

"Don't you want to change into something more comfortable?"

You made a disgruntled sound of disagreement. "I've never been more c..." you trailed off. "Tired," you finally mumbled, rolling over to bury yourself deeper into your pillow. Theo lifted the covers to join you, only to find Seraphina happily curled up on his side of the bed, like she had no intention of budging.

"Seraphina," he started, trying his best to be nice.

She gave no indication of having heard him.

"That's my spot."

She blinked her pretty, sapphire blue eyes up at him unhelpfully.

Theo sighed, annoyed, moving to pick her up. Seraphina immediately dug her claws into the bed, glaring daggers at him.

"Oh, come on, Seraphina. I'm exhausted. Can't we do this tomorrow?"

She looked the other way, refusing to relent.

"This is my house. I don't see your name on the lease." Theo leaned in, doubling down. "I'm the one who buys your treats. Are you sure you want to cross me?"

"Quit it," you mumbled sleepily. "Both of you."

Immediately, Seraphina walked down the bed to curl up at your feet, as if she had been perfectly agreeable the entire evening. Theo scowled at her.

"Go to sleep," he told you, part annoyed and part embarrassed over having been caught arguing with a cat, and losing.

"I'm trying."

Theo got into bed, muttering under his breath as he turned out the light. He closed his eyes, feeling himself unwind to the sound of your slowed, even breathing. He was just about to drop off as well when you rolled over to face him, your voice cutting through the dark, whispered and saddened.

"No goodnight kiss?"

[m34tthews]

current boyfriend — the hughes

an —this trend is soo funny i couldn’t help myself

masterlist

QUINN

your phone is propped up low on the kitchen counter, angled perfectly to catch the shot. the comments have been relentless — please do the current boyfriend trend with quinn, he’s gonna be so confused lol, we need his reaction.

you didn’t want to mess with him like this. not him. but the opportunity was perfect.

he’s still wearing the hoodie he threw on after his shower, sleeves pushed up, focused and gentle as he plates your dinner. the smell of garlic, lemon, and parmesan fills the room. he’s been in the kitchen for almost an hour, soft music playing, asking you to stay out until it’s done.

now, he sets the plate down in front of you with a proud, shy smile and leans down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“here you go, baby.”

you smile sweetly and pick up your phone as the plate is placed infront of you.

“look what my current boyfriend made me,” you say casually to the camera.

his body freezes behind you.

“…current?” he repeats.

you keep the bit going, biting into your pasta like you didn’t just cause minor heartbreak. “yeah. he’s so talented, huh?”

quinn shifts beside you, arms crossing lightly over his chest. “what do you mean current? like… is there an expiration date i don’t know about?”

you nod solemnly, playing it all the way through. “i mean… things happen. people change. contracts expire.”

he squints. “contracts? i didn’t sign anything.”

“well,” you hum, twirling your fork in the pasta, “this relationship has about three weeks left on it. depends on your performance review.”

he just stares at you now. silent. betrayed. lips parted in disbelief. “are you actually serious right now?”

you finally crack a smile. “no, i’m not serious,” you laugh. “you should see your face.”

he doesn’t laugh back. he stays exactly where he is, hovering over your shoulder, looking completely heartbroken but trying to act like he’s not.

you set your fork down immediately. “quinn…”

he doesn’t respond, just kind of leans there. still in the same spot, eyes down, his arms still folded but looser now.

you turn in your chair and reach up to grab his hoodie gently, pulling him closer. he lets you. doesn’t even resist, just sighs and wraps his arms around your shoulders when you hug him, chin resting near your temple.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper. “it was a trend. everyone begged me to do it.”

“you’re lucky i love you,” he mumbles, still not pulling back.

“you do love me,” you smile, hugging him tighter. “so much that you made me pasta and suffered emotional damage.”

he laughs into your hair, the sound muffled and soft. “never trusting your tiktoks again.”

you smile into his chest. “that’s fair.”

JACK

you know exactly what you’re doing.

jack’s sprawled out on the couch in sweats and a devils hoodie, hair messy from his post-practice shower, arm draped behind your shoulders like he owns the place. he’s barely paying attention, scrolling aimlessly on his phone with the tv playing some random series you’re both half-watching.

you quietly flip your phone camera on, start recording, and glance up at him.

“i’m here with my current boyfriend,” you say into the mic, voice light, eyes innocent.

there’s a beat.

jack doesn’t even turn his head. just freezes. then lowers his phone slowly.

“wait.” he squints. “what the hell did you just say?”

you suppress a grin. “what? i said i’m here with my current boyfriend.”

he snatches your phone mid-recording and pauses the tiktok, staring at you like you just told him you were leaving the country tomorrow with a stranger.

“current boyfriend?” he repeats, louder this time. “why would you say current like that?”

“jack…”

“no, no, no. what is that supposed to mean?” he’s full-on sitting up now, eyebrows high, hands gesturing like you just ruined his entire peace. “current implies there’s gonna be a next. and there isn’t a next. do you understand me?”

you blink, biting the inside of your cheek. “it’s a tiktok trend.”

he scoffs. “i don’t care if it’s a government-issued announcement. don’t put that into the universe.”

you start laughing, but he’s not done. now he’s up on his knees, pointing at you like he’s giving a lecture.

“let me make one thing very clear,” he says, deadly serious. “if i die—if i die—you are going to be alone forever.”

“jack—”

“no, don’t ‘jack’ me. alone. forever. end of discussion.”

you’re doubled over now, laughing into the couch pillow.

“and if you do get another boyfriend?” he leans in closer, wild-eyed. “i’ll haunt both of you. your dreams, your breakfast, your netflix queue. every time he kisses you, the lights will flicker.”

“oh my god—”

“and if he tries to make you dinner?” jack snorts. “the stove’s getting possessed.”

you finally pull the phone back, still breathless, still grinning, and stop the recording for real. he flops back against the couch dramatically, arms crossed, muttering something about “current boyfriend, my ass.”

you crawl over into his lap and press a kiss to his jaw. “you’re my only boyfriend.”

“forever?” he mumbles, eyes still narrowed.

“forever.”

he nods slowly. “good. because i’m serious. the haunting thing? that’s not a threat. it’s a promise.”

LUKE

you’re lounging on the couch in luke’s hoodie, his legs stretched across your lap as he scrolls on his phone. it’s late, the apartment is dim, and your tiktok is already recording when you say it:

“here with my current boyfriend.”

he doesn’t even look up right away. just blinks at his phone, takes a sip of water, then casually says, “that’s funny. i’m here with my current girlfriend, too.”

your head snaps toward him.

“what?”

he finally meets your eyes, totally unfazed. “yeah. she’s great. cool vibes. might keep her for a little.”

you stare at him. “luke.”

he shrugs. “depends on how this week goes.”

your jaw drops. he’s joking. you know he’s joking. but he’s also not blinking, and now you’re staring at him, heart skipping, eyes narrowing.

he keeps going. “and if it doesn’t work out, i already downloaded hinge.”

“luke trevor hughes!” you gasp, shoving his leg off you as you stand up. “you’re actually unbelievable—i’m breaking up with you.”

“that’s not my middle name” he replies nonchalantly. still not giving into her antics

he watches you stomp toward the hallway, one arm crossed lazily behind his head, the other still holding his phone. “oh no,” he says dryly. “please don’t leave me.”

you’re already halfway to the bedroom when he suddenly drops his phone, stands, and catches you around the waist with a quick, easy pull.

“nope,” he says, spinning you around and pulling you back into his chest like it’s nothing. “get back here.”

“let go of me,” you mumble, still pouting, trying to fight a smile.

“never,” he grins, peppering kisses across your cheek. “not letting my dramatic, jealous, adorable current girlfriend storm off in my hoodie.”

you groan. “stop calling me that.”

he laughs against your cheek. “why? you are my current girlfriend.”

“you’re such a menace. i hate you,” you mumble, arms folding as he holds you tight.

“yeah,” he smirks, resting his chin on your shoulder. “but i’m your menace.”

you roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away. he kisses the corner of your mouth, proud of himself.

“you’re going to have to make this up with a lot of cuddles and kisses” she comments with her face still riddled with annoyance.

“let’s start now” he nuzzles into her next before leading them back to the couch.

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